Lyrics:
kinda sad when you have to get a hernia,
Cause you help your grand mama move her furniture
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you
abide by limits I cannot defend It fits good and yet
The best we reject
You get what you get I guess don't get upset
Where is that garden of Eden
Under
I need
Watch me Lift off, I live by an Apollo Creed
I'm all in I promise you there's no stopping me
I'm the American Dream call me Apollo Creed
I was
umu asah for mu they regret
Shey na me way them been reject
My moves they off them clout
Baba mi abum the problem offset
Na my turn to disturb yes! yes!
help me to find some change
Now the lady at the window
Is lookin' at me kinda strange
And she says "Mister, please,
We gotta move this line along"
I
paint us too
We were born in the American bubble
Unaware of other's trouble
By the luck of the draw
We found ourselves
In the heart of the American dream
and the talented Charlie, to the adventurous Sammy and all the other people he had met along the way. Max was so grateful for all the good things that had happened
rose up for their dignity
Demanding and sacrificing by any means necessary
To bravely reject our static condition
To continue the pursuit with equal
to die
But taking everything that he's livin' by
And reject him from society all God's children ain't free
No reject him from society all God's
flawed, it's our way after all
Ohhhh we're so not the right mood
That's okay, I'm feeling way too good
Ohhhh we're definitely half assed rejects
That's
Three angels in the sky they be flying
Street Wisdom
Street!
Street Wisdom
Till thy kingdom come
Make I just dey play along
Street Wisdom
Street!
Street
I got that heat, Jake Long
Cant wait on these niggas they take long
American dragon I'm headstrong
Believe me I knew this shit all along
I'm taking
bicycle
In a big South Carolina wreck
I crash my bicyle
If I had to do it all again, by bicycle
If I had to do it, I would crash my bicycle
I'd crush my
the events
Any prince with some kind of sense is all they're against
For generations, they ain't shown us that the American modus operandi
The holders,
all the people!"
We are the people
We are Americans
We have some problems
We are not equal
We are the people
We are Americans
Hahahaha
Oh, what do you
digested
Regurgitate these universal lessons
To the musical melodies synthesized by the key
Bored of modern music
Come along if you wanna party with me
Just
the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets of the Chi proud
Known to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat girls and boys
of bricks
I hadn't saved shit
Gotta move back with my moms
With no lights on no heat on no water on all the food is gone
Stole the neighbors newspaper just
ice in my drink Fill it up, all American
Join the club, hungry for success Grab some grub, let's get it started, come on
In with the new, say so long
nothin' to life;
Just wait for that lucky hunch.
There must be somethin' more to it
Somewhere along the line, I blew it.
All of my life I've been
Art
Cause he's all American
Son of the Southland and the Red, White, and Blue
Yes he's all American
He ain't no different than me and you
Well he
one wrong move could
Lead to the guillotine he emerged from
All of this with a fearless spirit
Embracing the chaos of the times and
The vast changes
I been smoking cigarettes I got American spirit
Tip the bottle back so I can just end the drought
A couple seconds in hell I just wanna feel it
All
reject all their hate
the thorn in their hearts
shed the weight of self
lift these wilted wings and learn to fall
learn to lose hope, and still move
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