Lyrics:
Islands in the sea of dreams
Always searching harmony
And peace
All we find
Reject our mind
Don't you wonder why
If the war by heavens gate
Lapdog for all abusive billionaires
You just don't make enough for me to care
Literal interpretation fascinates
Liberal philosophies indoctrinate
American
memorial, we see faces, names, dates. All are reminders that the suffering brought by war is intensely personal and its violence indiscriminate. In the broad
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
I remember all the times that I would shutter
Cuz these niggas turn a blind eye to each other
Thought we was paving the way for kids to
Walk along
Our freedom 'til he dies
He found a reason along that road
To leave his past behind
Nobody really knows
The hell that he's been through
All that matters
from deejays
Plant our seedlings by random freeways
All us people, we smoking on the ganjay
We strictly smoking high grade, so please don't ruin our day
the righteous path
And when I write my wrongs they gon remember why I left
Moving along like an American reject
Keep my moves a secret
Every season change
gone
American reject, just keep moving along
Young kings, but they always treat us like pawns
Until you sacrifice what's right to be wrong
Keep your eyes
Welcome to the land of the free
Everybody's here, but nobody's welcome
Liberty and justice for all comes with terms and conditions
Not everyone is
Islands in the sea of dreams
Always searching harmony
And peace
All we find
Reject our mind
Don't you wonder why
If the war by heavens gate
American made
Divided we fall, united we’re free.
When we all go high, reject the lies, hear the cries,
Together we will rise.
American Made.
We accept
little secret, All-American reject
She don't wanna talk unless she can hit the eject
I wanna talk unless I can hit the reset
I'm a demon, never was what
secret
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
Who has to know?
by The All-American Rejects
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
that you seen it all
Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all
Chain chongs nigga ass black bean in all
You know the word bitch sing along the shit goes
though we're there
You a poker player
There's no comparison to terrorism in America by Americans
Utilitarian Eupereans
Apparently unapologetic to a variant
are reading
Up on business trends
They say they don't care for the field they chose
Move it along
Move it along
Nothing to see here son
Move it along
Pull up the car, I'll throw the cash in back
Days move fast, going back to back
Always on the road, all we had was that
Didn't have a clue what's
don’t wanna sleep yet
She bringing to life what I’m dreamin
She dress it up real for the evening
I’m her American reject
She tell me she my dirty secret
How, Long
Will the right, Be wrong
Move along, As long
As the wrong, Stay strong
Bing, Bong
Progressive, Stabilization, Ding dong
If, You can't tell
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