Lyrics:
back to Hays, Kansas where I can't be found
All there is is an auto parts and a mall in this town
And there's no way of knowing
Where in the world that I
cuando me bajo, es directo pal Phantom, ya
No hay excusa
Gasté no sé cuánto en la Medusa
Ella siempre que quiere me usa
Aquí estamos, my g, no te
pal Phantom, ya
No hay excusa
Gasté no sé cuánto en la medusa
Ella siempre que quiere me usa
Aquí estamos, my g, no te confundas, yeah
Qué
Toda mi batería está que rompe a usa, usa usa, usa usa
Toda mi batería está que rompe a usa, usa usa, usa usa
Ya no hay monedas, me voy para usa
Me
Con manos vacías vengo a ti
No tengo nada que darte
No hay nada de valor en mí
No puedo impresionarte
Te puedo entregar mi corazón
Pero está
[Verse]
In the heartland of the USA, where the prairie winds blow
There's a place called Kansas, where the cornfields grow
From Wichita to Topeka,
Fields of hay swayin in the wind
Where cattle graze wind whistlin
Stormy clouds roll in and grace us with rain
Thunder from lightnin
Fields of wheat
Hay niña como tú me juega
Porque tiene lo q se usa
Porque tiene lo q se lleva
Hay no te mida vamo a ser un plan un plan q tenemos pega pega
Soy lo q
and Tic-Tacs and mom's amphetamines
A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
February makes me kinda crazy
A hundred miles to go to Kansas City
Will you still
it's sundown on the union
And what's made in the USA
Sure was a good idea
'Til greed got in the way
Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
Gonna get us some Kansas corn
I have the greatest plan for what our crew should steal
It's time to burgle an entire corn field
Hop in the van, we're
tendía a vestirlos para bailar Tap y cantar y cantar y cantar
Ahora no usa vestidos, tiende a escapar, recuerdo un pañuelo sobre su frente
Es que hay
He said "I grew up in Wichita in a Mayberry kind of town"
He never liked overalls or haulin' hay 'til sundown
He said he dreamed about L.A.
As he
He said "I grew up in Wichita in a Mayberry kind of town"
He never liked overalls or haulin' hay 'til sundown
He said he dreamed about L.A.
As he
millis, extendo 47s
They want us to all disarm
But we ain't givin' up our weapons
(Fuck no)
It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A
We're black
No hay Excusa
Gaste nose cuanto en la Medusa
Versace
Ando con 3 gatas en la Usa
USA
Quiere que le quite la tusa
Tusa
Pal de cienes
Aquí no hay cambio
noche, eres nociva
Pa la salud, lo que te dan con rutina
De tu juego no hay salida
Tu solo usa el cora pa estar viva
Tu solo usa el cora pa estar viva
Tu
Cómo medusa
Cómo medusa
Le queda bien
Todo lo que usa
Toda sus prendas
La traen de usa
Y te seduce
Feniel
Cómo medusa
Cómo medusa
Le queda
gafas de Biggie y tu gata confusa
La mía con las del caserío abusa
Yandel lo dijo, si la sacas la usa'
Enseña lo' papele' y deja las excusa'
No hay
Mansion party at 11
No plus ones
Everyone who’s anyone will be there
Trust me on that
I’m a rich teen in the USA
When I pull up to the party
Everybody twist
They're twisting in Cleveland
In Kansas City too
They're wailing in Wildwood
In Pittsburgh and St Lou
So baby, get ready
I'm
Everybody twist
They're twisting in Cleveland
In Kansas City too
They're wailing in Wildwood
In Pittsburgh and St Lou
So baby, get ready
I'm
Ando en la montaña rusa, ¿pa' qué la saca si usted no la usa?
Ojos chinos como Yakuza, tengo rastrera vestida 'e medusa
Mi esquina parece la USA
It's a new year on after me
The sound never good
Take me out, outside on me
Everything it's touch on Kansas City, Kansas
USA everybody me know
Discuss these Hays, Kansas USA Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In