Lyrics:
Fucking up woke up one night digging
Paul Revere and Nat Turner as the good guys
America stripped for bed and we had not all yet closed our eyes
Yeah, uh-huh
I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
Wise guys disguised as a fly
or right
I've seen the movies so I know how it must end
The black hats as the enemy, the white hats as your friend and saviours
Take a walk across America
hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America, America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
Justice - the story of America
But every story needs a villain
And have there ever really been any heroes?
Wassup my fellow Americans, how the hell is
Digging Paul Revere and Nat Turner as
The good guys america stripped
For bed and we had not all yet
Closed our eyes the signs of Truth
Were tattooed across
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
(for real)
With your black hair and your fat-ass thighs
(I know
Honey, check it out, you got me mesmerized
! We love America!
Well yes! I'm presidential
Ass so fat, it's monumental
Kamala miss, don't lose your mental
Know so much shit, I'm confidential
When it
And you're worried about him? Because of a mistake he made
Him? This guy
I'm sorry, but in 700,000 years I've never seen anything quite like this
Not since
alright, hold you
See, this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those
I've been doing comedy a long time and I perform all over the country. I perform in both America and Merca. We have two different countries right now
alright, hold you
See, this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he's peeling off those
hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
up
Name another fat guy that fly
Like me to get ya right laid pipe
All night like me
Call u fruity pebbles
Cause you got so many spy bags purple
age of hysteria
Go!
It's going out to idiot America
Welcome to a new kind of tension
All across the alien nation
Where everything isn't meant to be okay
America Is Brutal And Meek Mill Is A Hero
Cover Story: Meek Mill is one of
Our generation's greatest street rappers
But can he thrive in
Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from
of humanity your pockets are getting
Fat? this is america the hatefull! I'm gonna be down to live
This protest! I'm gonna be down to die this protest! america
No matter what people say
I'm gon' keep rapping this way
No matter what you may think
I'mma keep doing my thing
I'm the worst thing since fat
hear the city groan
Outside is America
Outside is America, America
Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain through a gaping wound
the game, it's a promise man
Dun-dun, let me get into this shit man
Let me remember who I be
{*scratched*: ""It's time for America to hear THE TRUTH!""}
Other "goodies" The guys on my tier made me
Feel like I was a part of a
Family like a brotherhood i was
The new brother and
They showed me love just like
pockets getting fat
When I was down and broke, where was you at
When I take off ain’t no turning back
I can not show these guys some love that’s how you get
of humanity your pockets are getting
Fat? this is America the hatefull! I'm gonna be down to live
This protest! I'm gonna be down to die this protest! America
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