Lyrics:
living this american dream
Este continente no es lo que parece
Mother fucker yeah you know what I mean
Lo calle es calle y ahi permanece
I'm living this
Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
When we dance real slow I'll show all the guys in the grandstand
What a swinger I am, I am on American
American dream
Oh!
Can you go the distance, I don't wanna see
Can you make a future, without maturity
I'm doing fine as far as I can see, so go ahead
to believe it just 'cause
Oh, I guess that's kinda what you were going for
Blarg
The Prophet Joseph Smith died for what he believed in
But his followers,
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom
No matter what your living in
No more giving in
Oh American citizen, come collect your freedom
No
be a gift or curse
Life can be a gift or curse
Life can be a gift or curse
Life can be a gift or curse
Depends on how you use it
You're the author
forget a single page
But you could be the author
Oh darling, you could be the author
Oh darling, you could be the author
I'll begin by writing down
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
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
Conrad,
oh yes we do, we love you Conrad,
and we'll be true. When you're not near us,
we're blue/ OH Conrad we love you.
Reporter 3 (spoken): What's
His dripping blood feeds
It's what this land needs
Life's creeping back into, back into
Sadly to say, but
Oh, there is no guidance
But so bright,
Rosie:
Son of missionaries there!
Albert:
On a thousand acre farm!
Rosie:
Very poor and very hungry,
What a cruel life to bear!
Albert:
From a line
Rosie:
Son of missionaries there!
Albert:
On a thousand acre farm!
Rosie:
Very poor and very hungry,
What a cruel life to bear!
Albert:
From a line
Rosie:
Son of missionaries there!
Albert:
On a thousand acre farm!
Rosie:
Very poor and very hungry,
What a cruel life to bear!
Albert:
From a line
or what an American is and is not. The first section of the amendment reads as follows:“All persons born or naturalized in the United States and subject
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Don't let it fool you brother
Beware of what you see
You've been consumed by all your visions of luxury
Betrayed your friends and burned
wouldn't be grieving her life
I know you're leaving, tired forgiving
Let me be what you sow at once
Monster, coming through
There will be a little bit
community of anti-vax gluten-free karens
This is my dream
This is my american dream
Straight-acting high-yellow gay black uncut gun nuts
Tell you what
Will
see through my facade
I wanna give you excitement, I wanna relax your mind, oh
And I'm sorry that I'm hopeless
It's just you're really pretty and 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
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