Lyrics:
Watching their fortunes rise and fall
In the neatly pressed pin-striped trousers of the City.
Debutante whores in rich men's castles.
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The ruling
souldierx2 Just an American souldier
Im an American souldier
Same regiment early in the morning like a veteran
Its the way we do it can't nobody do it better
as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass
In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen
going up
Take a glass
Raise it raise it high
If you're living up your dreams till the very day you die
Catch me ballin' with my team
Chasin american Cream
All clones living out the flesh like a dog bone
Life's a good teacher but the lessons get lost though
I question why we all hard pressed for survival
as glass
As he walked by Billy stuck his knife into his pocket
Took a breath and let him pass
In the early darkness Billy rose up
Went into the kitchen
this weird pursuit playing drums, copying lyrics out to hang them in my room until I started making my own embarrassing early tries at this thing that
bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are
Allah spoke to me
I once lost myself
Like in 7th grade
Donnie pressed on his temples
And made himself seize
He did it comically
Though he was relieved
Walk across the H'appeny
Early December
Nice of you to acknowledge me
Although my cup is empty my glass is three quarters full
Cause your simple
in Benghazi
You wanna break the glass ceiling
Hillary, I sense it
But the only crack you'll find is my ass pressed against it
The numbers are in
While her titties pressed up against the glass no curtains,
Wrap that round ya mind the flow like a bad hair day flow turban,
Egyptian urban,
Too black
welcome from our young nation
I'm the only American the French wanna see
They call me a genius, I can't disagree
They have guns, they have funds
They
Trace the map
Hit the north
And with no warning we'll come tumbling through
Hit the gas at the state line
Pressed to the glass
In the flash
should be a workday for her unless today is a holiday of some sort. I suppose that's possible
Americans love a three-day weekend. Maybe it's st. Eat
It was the hour of dawn
When the heart beats thin and small
The window glimmered grey
Framed in a shadow wall
And in the cold sad light
Of the early
Bad bitch with me eattin baked beans
Every meals an English breakfast
A glass of pips
A bowl of Cheerios
Honey from the Amish
I got my hoes on loan
the street
Got your legs up in the passenger seat
Glass being pressed up
markings from your feet
Rolling and it's loud but it ain't from the beat
Bumping
Los Angeles
Kalaveras with Chilaquiles
Penning a truthful introspective
Red wine glass by the waves of Venice
That's right
Bag chasing for that pot
To a good ole' nuclear dessert
The kid pressed against the glass
Received the toy he rightfully deserved
And this just in, we're as doomed as we ever were
I'd like to be a good American and write an elegy to the automobile
But no matter where it takes me I don't really feel any different
I got one
something that last
Type of times, kickback
Pass the grass, keep some in my glass
Stay on the bright side on my mind
Inclined to be well-timed
Yeah, cause we
we played the exquisite corpse game
I sold my soul to 'em for some new hightops
Told the phantom guide my hand and I drew cyclops
Best pressed
Freeze
It's time to take you home,
it feels so early but I promised I would bring you to your door.
Now our lips are numb!
As we walk, sharing
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