Lyrics:
them how it is i
They really can't complain
Living the dream
That's what all depressed Americans say
Party busses every block and pedal tavern parades
Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers
going up
Talking jazzy in them raps, you gotta’ show me that you tough
The dick up on the glock horny, finna make it bust
Skinny jeans and all but I still
know it all sounds crazy but, if it turns out to be true
Than the last song I ever write, will be a song I wrote for you
This might be the last song
She can tell you how to grind, she don't even need help
Cause she chasing after dollars by her muhf*ckin self
Yeah I'm talking bout a woman
I call her
the American Fall
Day after day it is a crash and burn
Our nation hijacked by the criminals
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Whoa oh
Your neighbor is your
F-15’s scream on by
While me and my brother and sister would play outside
Shopping at the commissary, dancing at the military ball
Yeah we did it all
and the pictures you paint
Prolly sing all of your songs cause they relate to your pain
The by product of that was the money and fame
A couple real bad groupies that
me
And when me out the pully tec
I done did reject him
Sometimes he never wanna put this
Slug in ya jacket but nigga all haters - ima
Make them respect
I'm back
Ooh
Yeah
I'm applying pressure, got my foot on necks
That a big flex
I'm rolling with bosses and street execs
You rolling with rejects
I
Yeah this song is dedicated to all my people Rest in peace
No justice No peace
Black lives matter
All my people dying I keep crying
Black lives
used to like Americans
Somewhere where you're no one
No fences of the past
They let you bring computers
Pack all perishables last
Including all
clips, corrected by pigs
'Cause when speaking of clips, my short end of the stick is the grip of a nine
I bleed on the mic for your children and they drink
(T)he town of Holcomb Kansas
Stands on a lonesome plain
Farmin’ there’s a hard row to hoe
Hardly ever rains
The good people who live there
By
The Cong is tight'ning the noose
Is it a week or a day or an hour that we got?
Tonight could be our last shot got to put it to use
[ALL, INCLUDING GIRLS]
Christ
Dem jus a mek up all sorta noise
But the music weh me do is authorize
Fi get the girls inna trance
Yea hypnotize
And gyrate dem waist
Hm mm
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
Like a well written mystery
Played out on the stage of history
All the actors played their part
From the 1st scene to the last
The world saw
breathe my last breath
Ain't getting on my knees, but I'm oh so close
To our love I toast, all he does is boast
'Cause I never met anyone like you before
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
And Haitians 'cause you thought I was American
Ay, Pras, remember that song they sang? (Yeah)
(Go back to Jamaica, what's good is what's new)
But now we boof
bandits
Guarantee I'll be the last man standing
I'll turn this river bank into dead man's landing
Sunset as I cross a divide
I make a campfire under stars
let you hit if there's money and a ring
With me that plan drifts into the past tense
‘Cause they all can be subdued by confidence
Charismatic
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