Lyrics:
you for the world, uh-uh
If I bet my money on you, baby, I would never lose, no
'Cause you're my inspiration, girl
With you by my side, I believe
You want a picture of America
It's good folks goin' to work
Bleedin' blood, sweat, and tears on a blue collar shirt
Bring home the bacon, fry it
from the Iron Maiden song Virus.
Interviewer: Well... Where are you coming from?
Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well... I don't like the way
Hey!
"Catchy, huh?
Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy that!
But no time to linger in South America,
For I hear by the sound of the slide guitar,
That it is
to call the Reverend railroad Miller Jack
And he'd give you sermons and songs
All his rights and what's wrongs
He would sling his guitar with a flag across
parts of this story are real
And that we should save?
Justice for every soul
Every unmarked grave in the
(lyrics by Thomas Barnett)
Real America has yet
around me could benefit from silence.
This song is my enemy, watch how I become it.
Cradled by mystery and make believe,
I am fully(?) in the other
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
Arabic first name
Disturbed by the fame just like Kurt Cobain
Breath of life, kiss of death, my lips pursed the same
You flirt 'til she came
Nothin'
still shining
Is 2pm late enough?
I don't know
I'll get back in bed
Captain America takes a swing at Doctor Strange
They've gotten quite confused
At who's
with you.
Written By: Ja’von Currie, Harold “Hype” Williams and the creators of “Belly”
chocolate
Fuck Guy Ritchie
Fuck Prince William
Fuck the Queen
This is America
My president is black, but my Lambo is blue, nigga
Now get the fuck out my
Give it some thought
In the late 18th century
Irish doctor William O'Shaughnessy
First popularized marijuana's medical use
In England and America
It's fly America
See where I'm from
Ain't no telling what you might see
Know a nigga that seen more
Knicks than spike lee
20 sack for the right fee
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
He rides
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
He rides
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Earth Songs album. It has been released on The Flower That Shattered The Stone,
And he thinks he's Hank Williams
Hear him singin' through the door
There's a girl in 202
Who stops by to visit me
And she talks about her songs
I used to hear the running of the river as a song with no ending
The sound was like a message to my spirit that the river was sending
The rushing
Sing me a song about life in America
Sing me a song of love
Sing me a song about life in your neighbourhood
Sing me a song of love
I know a man
sister but weapons drawn when she conceal a hair
Through the malls of America, past the Chick-fil-As and the Build-A-Bears
The fall of America was
Stop complaining
Stop complaining
Now many songs do you figure that I've written
Since I originally started making records in this business
Back
more song and dance
like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance
y'all stuck on "I have a dream"
Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team
Played the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad songs with Elvis
Three to the head, 'bout six cross the pelvis
Ya fuck with
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