Lyrics:
in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)
ain't had no funds
Now I lay back with a bad little something
And it all makes sense, so we all make something (ay)
Walk with a chip on my shoulder
exciting
So I put on my overcoat and went down to find
In Revlon and crimpelene they captured my heart
To the strain of a piano and a cocktail murderess
years you can tell
Every red-blooded American, "No
You are an illegal human being
I am the true citizen
I have all the rights you have no rights"
Maybe
we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your
paper wrote in disappearin’ ink
By greedy money changers in the temples of Wall Street
No more puppet politicians gonna take me to the brink
Of losin’ my
this awareness increases
My sixth sense is open
My perception deepens
I'm fully awakened
I'm no longer sleepin
The heart speak the left reject
The right
offered as panaceas for all our problems
Who would have ever thought that the current generation and
Congress would stand idly by and watch such a rapid
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
creeps rejected the status quo,
Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart.
Where's the free individual in all that?
Where's the hope
american eyes
Everythings americanized in my american eyes
Everythings americanized in my american eyes
Everythings americanized in my american eyes
My girl
on a sleigh
All is calm and all is bright
And oh,
Whenever I hear a Christmas song
You're always in my heart
You're always in my heart
Whenever I hear
American love
Two young hearts, one cool car
And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink
I love this song, baby, what do you think?
She turned
The color of my skin, got me feeling all the hated
But Black is beautiful, tell me I’m the usual
Colluded with oppression as a form of survival
I try
divorce
Well you can have my mustang
That's all I've got in my name
But Jesus Christ don't break my heart
This wedding ring won't ever wipe off
But
Every man's bound to fall
Every man's bound to fall
Pain inside my heart
Trouble stay on my mind
Everything falls apart
(It's) happenin' all
hand touches your heart
Remember we all played a part in america
To help that banner wave
First clock to be made
In america was created
By a black
the parts
Got these cowards all around me, tryna find they heart
I don't sweat the small stuff, fuck a paper cut
I found hip hop in the attic, gotta blow
that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
Every day I
American
But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens
Who's and hows that ultimately create my heritage
My great granddaddy Otis would sit
around
Scope him down
If he's right
Hold tight
Oh Girl
(And if he's not)
Stamp Reject
And keep on movin' on
Now I'll take this time to say what's on my
and turn back to God
Make it right with God
If it's in your heart
You'll get a fresh start
Turn your life around and do it all for God yeah
Take up your
space
'Cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place
Showed her my boarding pass and then she sort of gasped (it's right here)
All embarrassed
(shut us down)
Said if there's smoke, I'll be right there
All of my dawgs don't fight fair
I'm the Arabian dream, ho
I'm the American nightmare
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