Lyrics:
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads,
makes everyone blind
She's A devil in disguise
But she's top prize
Watch me ima rise
Yeah
Watch me ima rise
In this world full of lies
Everyone has
Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover
And all I want is my laceration of the pie
To get this whip cream before the water runs dry
Niggas
Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover
And all I want is my laceration of the pie
To get this whip cream before the water runs dry
Niggas
know em?
“The inequality suffered by the American Negro population of the United States has hindered the American dream
Indeed, it has
The other, deeper,
a bike gang it's
All cool where the balance?
Hate my black flesh
Bet you're mad that I came up
You cannot change
Rearrange my chemical make-up
reign
When he could have seen democracy by travelin' on to Spain?
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American
reign
When he could have seen democracy by travelin' on to Spain?
William Worthy isn't worthy to enter our door
Went down to Cuba, he's not American
the same
(Never chasing over no bitch ain't no simp we ain't built the same)
Was the quiet kid call that All American Rejects
True to myself most you niggas
Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life the american dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems
The big a,
Okay now just imagine that I'm at the top of the latter
Looking down at all the struggles I beat by climbing faster
I know I've had it up to here
(in this white man's world)
In this white man's world, I ain't sayin' I'm innocent in all this
I'm just sayin (in this white man's world)
This song
Planted on my heart says the sacred text
These are my thoughts and I can't stop thinkin
All of my sins will they be forgiven
Where do I turn to where do I
Come up to the turf and Imma beat a motherfucker's ass
Spit like sucker Sylvester y'all suffering succotash
Hotter than the sun don't need to give
I'm wakin' up, I'm wakin' up, I'm wakin' up from my American Dream woa-oh-oh-oh
I had a dream that came to me in the light of the morning, I was
and all-American men were like Hemingway to the days of the wondrous ?B? movie. The producer underwritten by all the millionaires necessary will be Casper ?The
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Yeah, yeah (Check me out) That's right
(Check me out) yeah, yeah (ALC)
(Don P, Mac) uh
Yeah
All I got for these niggas
Is expletives and slugs
All I
A journey, seldom seen, the American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me Hov
They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know
would all reject him
Like everybody else
There's no affection
And in whole this world
There is no protection
He's living by himself
With his own
Oh
Like whos next
Killing all these rejects
Look at me I snap necks
Tournament
You're not blessed
Killing all these rejects
Look at me I snap necks
Baga chat fmc we never hear dem
Real Mhoffa to the f***n bomboclat world
We heading to the top we never go dey flop
Mi kill dem with the vibe and mi
V1 Lead
So, what’s the upshot from all this discovery?
Recovery, of facts we thought we’d never see…
…( it) paints a different picture of (U.S.)
Doublewide Quick Stop midnight T-top
Jack in her Cherry Coke town
Momma and daddy put their roots right here
'Cause this is where the car broke
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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