Lyrics:
What is America to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a certain word, "Democracy."
What is America to me?
The house I live in, A plot
mom say'but god bless america
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, to the dawn's early light, light
Mami in the club, full of stars, we got stripes
Walk it
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
The house I live in,
Yeah
Wasted
Party
Burr
Double deuces on the back
21's on the front
Got the engine in the back
And the trunk is in the front
In the back of the club
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
You're America's most wanted tonight|I'll do my 25 to life|If I can have you by my side||Cause, You're America's most wanted tonight|And I will shout
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
Houston you can tell America the Challenger has assured liftoff
Well done
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me I'm
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
Canada
The strip clubs are cleaner in Canada
Blow jobs cost 10 dollars in Canada
But America has better crack cocaine
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
Ladies and gentlemen
The Crystal Room is proud to present
The club debut of America's newest recording stars
The Dreams
Every man has his own
I ride into your town on a big black Trojan horse
I'm looking to have some fun
Some kind of trigger-happy intercourse
"club America salutes you"
Ladies and gentlemen
The Crystal Room is proud to present
The club debut of America's newest recording stars
The Dreams
Every man has his own
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
The house I live in,
game up
Beamin' in the motherfuckin' club across America, believe it (let it burn, biatch)
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