Lyrics:
song stuck in my head
Got the body, give you a shakeup
She's the one, better wake up
She'll get your heart spun
Like no other one
Mrs. Auto American oh
pervasive
Across American history
And especially in the long war
On drugs so remember
That exchange we will come back to it
Tonight in this report
About
The United States dollar took another pounding on German
French and British exchanges this morning
Hitting the lowest point ever known in West
exchange
Contraband them gringos lookin at me strange
Paranoia got me auto switching lanes
Ain’t going down in history a f*****g lame
My baby straight from
Security in exchange for emptiness
Is the price in the USA
Two steps behind of the American dream
Two steps behind and then some more
Two steps behind
(So bad, so bad)
Shakespeare
I love William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare
I exchange sex for love
He exchanged sex for love
I exchange sex for
nation
Dread the fruits of American folly
Dread the fruits of American folly
Drab crunches filled with stubborn melancholy
Dread the fruits of American
Autos in Garagen (yeah)
Und die Yacht wartet im Hafen
Es tut mir leid, mein Baby
Es ist vorbei, mein Baby
Wir hatten schöne Momente
Doch der Traum
innate to us in
Every exchange that we have
When you and I exchange information
I want some information back from
You I give you information
You give me
Essa chóla ta bagunçada, ( Reeh )
ta tipo American pie, ( Oooh )
as donas passando pelada, ( Reeh )
e um fumaceiro do Carai (
smoking your jokes all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time
Bittersweet sixteen suddenly
I'm watching American Pie with you on a Saturday night
Fast-and-the-Furious-Cars, Air-Air-Max, Centurion Card
Eins in dem Business, reich ist mein Image
Black American Express, sky is the limit
Schieße Blei in den Himmel,
Betty Marion White Ludden (Born January 17, 1922)
Is an American actress and comedian
With the longest television career of any entertainer, spanning
Man I'm like Baby acting like a Lil Baby
Chatting to this lady man you ranting like you crazy
She ask if I'm American I tell her no maybe
Say
Guwop drop trying to outsell Nike
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
It's silver or lead. Yeah, that's my motto
Young Scooter, my vato
Ferrari, my auto
Head
Mass production in Saigon
While auto workers laid off in Cleveland
Hot jacuzzi in Taiwan
With empty factories in Birmingham
Now it's baby boomers in
Mass production in Saigon
While auto workers laid off in Cleveland
Hot jacuzzi in Taiwan
With empty factories in Birmingham
Now it's baby boomers in
Or ease on the pedal
Or in the back with my fellows
While you go full auto
I go full metal
I got scores to settle
And when I'm done
Gold medal
Another
The American Dream
You don't know what hard times are daddy
Hard times are when the textile workers around this country are out of work
They got
boots
Dixie flags, American flags, Slumerican tags on my Slumerican ass
Um, CEO
I've got my name on the bathrobe, and the flame on the back porch is
od każdej drużyny, poproszę pytanie na siebie
Wszyscy mamy dokładnie tak samo
American dream i polski stuff
Bloki, Las Bloki, Las Vegas Parano
Control
THE AMERICAN
Communist, democrat
An intriguing collusion
Fair exchange--tit for tat
Comradeship in profusion
And the appeal, partner
Of this deal,
fulla lead, incidents, classified accidents
No evidence, po-po innocent crime pays, I guess
It's the American ways, far from slaves, yet behind bars
indigenous these streets been our land
You not supposed to see death this early in the morning
If God is an American, then God must be lonely
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