Lyrics:
Academy
Ja hiesit lekke hie
Kom skop ‘n penalty
Ek voel soes Mr. Referee
Andrew Youth Academy
Ja hiesit lekke hie
Kom skop ‘n penalty
Ek voel soes Mr.
mean
It's the lie of an American teen
My youth is the foundation of me
Living life as an American teen (American teen)
American teen, oh yeah
We
the cutest of terms
When will Bret Easton Ellis
Ever relax and learn?
Sure, it's nonlinear, thinking I might go
Ricky Kasso on these fools, "American Psycho"
me
When suddenly
The sun shine on our truth
Movin fast in our youth
Lied to god that we knew
Americans don't stay that long together
I fear divorce is
I gotta learn my ABCs
I gotta learn my ABCs
I gotta learn my ABCs
ABC
That’s American born Chinese
I be Yee my pedigree
My feet are flat
Bao
my African Roots,
Caribbean youths
American Black youths,
know your roots,
Here what to do,
Just realize,
Dont be Americanise,
Open you eyes,
on cat tranquilizer
Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote for who now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too, but I
again I
Would have gone to the Art Institute
Over the American Academy of Art
I would have researched where I could have
Got the best and the strongest
alright, alright
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple
strain; boy, you can't remain still or quiet, for it's a riot
The real American folksong
Is like a fountain of youth
You taste, and it elates you
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old and working on the story of an American boy
Growing up in a small town
The world was filled with people who
Scopeman the master
Yellow Fire Academy, accelerate faster
We doing lyrical sit-ups until the abs hurt
We doing numbers on y'all, we doing math work
Live for you die for you
Put my whole life on you
The American Dream
Oh! The American Dream
We just want the spotlight we don’t care about
strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot
The real American folksong
Is like a fountain of youth
You taste, and it elates you,
and quiet
For it's a riot the real American folk song
Is like a fountain of youth
You taste and it elates you
And then invigorates you
The real American folk
now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too
But I ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got
which he won an Academy Award for Best Director. Billy LeBlanc is an American internet personality who is best known for his work on the YouTube channel
to challenge me, thinking I’m the only me
Mentally, I find myself just hopeless
Pre Chorus
Blind American, is this really American
Cause this is my insanity,
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
I was just a boy when they told me
What you gonna be and they sold me
The American Dream for a small fee
The price of my life and my own dreams
Ayy, Faye, how you do that
They can't sleep on Z after this one
Khaki's on the academy
Khaki's on the academy
On the way up, happen naturally
No
Hade, Hade, Hade, Hade
America, Babylon the Great
My fellow Americans
American, racist and wicked and they been scandaling
And arrogant, took over
I dont sell the American dream
I just unveil the american scheme
I dont sell the american dream
I just unveil the american scheme
I dont sell
the academy.
This is a rap based Academy.
Only myself in the academy
Cause my rap sounds like Apocalypse
Welcome to Genesis
Yeah!
I'm building a legacy
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