Lyrics:
Here's to the State of Richard Nixon
For underneath his borders the devil draws the line
If you drag his muddy rivers nameless bodies you will find
Money on my mind like a headache
Imma get richer than Nixon
Money on my mind like a headache
Imma get richer than Nixon
Money on my mind like
do en do en to Nixon
Pozdrawiam moich ludzi z nimi jestem zawsze blisko
En do en do en do en to Nixon
Mimo młodego wieku prze de mną jeszcze wszystko
secret's safe and still well-kept
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul
Even Richard Nixon has got soul
Traffic cops are all colorblind
People steal
of the scandalous mess
Your stance in the continental land
Was not enough for a leg to stand
Nixon, Nixon, Nixon
What would you say now?
Would you look on today
tapped
There's blood in the water
About time we looked back
A scandal I cant handle
Richard Nixon politician
Bleeds red white and blue
He's a shifter in
We heard Richard Nixon say, welcome to the USA
The common sense I sometimes lack
Has opened up a seismic crack
We've fallen in and I can't pull
fall behind you
The need it still grows stronger
The best years never found you
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assassination
The love
secret's safe and still well kept
Where even Richard Nixon has got soul
Even Richard Nixon has got soul
The podium rocks in the crowded waves
behind you
The need it still grows stronger
The best years never found you
The love of Richard Nixon, death without assasination
The love of Richard
Here in Richard Nixon's safe room
I think you'll observe that
The interior decorator
Was a fan of silver spoons
In Richard Nixon's safe room
[Hook]
Nixon, Nixon
Look at my wrist, that's Nixon
All of my friends dead presidents
Girl, you know that's Ben Franklin
Nixon, Nixon
Look at my
Got me tripping
Like I'm Kanye
Nixon with some water weight
Get it scandalous like
Nixon and watergate
Get it scandalous like
Nixon and watergate
Got me
problems
Richard Nixon was a crack whore Feeding crack to his crack whores
Richard Nixon was a crack whore Feeding crack to his crack whores
I'm a big man,
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are
your blood sugar or the Asian flu
That's not what killing you
You're dyin' of a broken heart
It really wasn't very smart
You lived through Nixon
tactic
There are whispers in the Blue Room
Some whining in the tool shed
A suitcase full of bullshit
And some more of that in your head
Nixon's listening
Throwing peace signs like I'm Nixon
Money on my mind you know that I fuck with you
I'll be on my grind, what the fuck you tryna do?
Snitches on my line they
So eh we'll give you call back in a couple of days,
Yeah so um great stuff we'll talk soon thanks bye."
"Let me just read this."
"Nixon
Here's to Nixon and Agnew
They are the stars of the stage and screen
Not since Laurel and Hardy
Have I laughed so hard I screamed
I thought that
They said I’m a dick, I’m no Richard got a Nixon on my wrist
Mmm yeah this my year, let me talk my shit
I don’t film no movies but I might be
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are
I'm Making money now
Thicker than my bitch
Longer than my arm
Money over her
Money over all
Man I feel like Nixon
Dead president on my money that's
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