Lyrics:
you by
Soft like American pie
Make you never wanna say goodbye
American pie
American pie
Keep myself cultured, I nurture
Meu corpo, my infrastructure
I
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
sorry you'll be
All that grief upon your plate
Then you'll have to make time for me
But, ha, ha, by then you'll be too late
I see the headlines
on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I
the document, prominent on all continents
Black Star congregates and dominates
Burn through your armor plates
Pipin hot and we not from concentrate
Make
trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the banana
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
The power games and bribes
All lobbying for a piece of ass
Of the stars and stripes of corruption
Makes me feel so ashamed
To be an American
When we're
Hello
I'm your typical 20 gen z something
I have all this knowledge but I still know nothing
And I get nervous by all the simple things
Honestly, I'm
Hello
I'm your typical 20 gen z something
I have all this knowledge but I still know nothing
And I get nervous by all the simple things
Honestly, I'm
know me
I'm Hindu, Indian, and American
I choose all three
Red, White, Blue
Orange, White, Green
Red, White, Blue
Orange, White, Green
It's in my blood
margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eye to the sky, that's where you'll find me
Hey Mr. Music
With all your illusions
Your for gone conclusions
Your grand delusions
Hey Mr. Music
My name's not honey
And don't call me dear
hoes, y'all made 'em stars
Fuck your money, fuck your cars
Nigga, spit some hot bars
Wack motherfuckers out here tryna bust
You can trust me they are not
baby please don’t leave
Oh no
American boy
Crying into sleep all alone
American boy
Only I can see through your broken soul
American
Blue eyes, crying
diet pill
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl
Now I bet you won't say you get crazy
Or that you don't shave your
diet pill
And tell me what it's like to be the one and only
All American Girl
Now I bet you won't say you get crazy
Or that you don't shave your
everywhere you go
Children in Africa starving by the fields
While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose
[Chorus]
He's an American, he's
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
Haha, yeah
Proud American (Whooo) , yeah, yeah
Haha, Patriots, yeah!
Patriots stand up! Gang!
Oh, say (Oh, say) can you see (Can you see)
By
commit suicide but that must be the culture
I know, I know, I know
This culture is going too far
But we have to follow
What is written in all the stars
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
sitting center stage
Just like you made them
The American way
All of your mistakes
Are sitting center stage
Just like you made them
With only
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"
He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
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