Lyrics:
throw your hands up in the air
How many people got Nike's on?
If you got your Nike's on, put your feet up in the air
If you don't got Nike's on
I
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
skin
I'm an alien, just an alien, oh
Tell me why I was born to live in this skin
Tell me how I'm supposed to be forgiven
With my hand in the hive
Need truth hands up praise the Father
Let the world drive by
Lord is by my side
I give you my life
I put pride aside
(Praise the Father)
Need truth hands
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up
A get-lost-with-you-running-through-every-red-light-er
Falling and feeling like a star right out of a midnight sky-er
Let the time fly by 'cause it's a finding her hand
Taking a chance, starting
Old man Wrigley lived in that white house
Down the street where I grew up
My mama used to send me over with things
We struck a friendship up
I
his hands.
Sacco was born across the sea
Somewhere over in Italy;
Vanzetti was born of parents fine,
Drank the best Italian wine.
Sacco sailed
And the pumpkin pie
It'll nearly be like a picture print
By Currier and Ives
These wonderful things are the things
We remember all through our lives!
Just
Far across the blue waters
Lives an old German's daughter
By the banks of the old river Rhine
Where I loved her and left her
But I can't forget
to stay
These eyes won't see the same, after I flip today
Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die
We look up towards the sky for answers
Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I was taught and brought up there
The laws
So when you wake up in the morning
and you find someone whose lost and lonely
Just take him by the hand and help him find his way
When you're
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
The years are flying by and it's time I got high
Took a sample of the good things in life
This is a chance I'm gonna take
Gonna kick out trouble and strife
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
I used to want
the number one trophy wife
So it's only right to live the trophy life
You grew up on J. Lo, Timberlands by Manolo now
Till one day I put an angel in your
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
Break through the undertow
Your hands I can't seem to find
Pollution burns my tongue
Cough words I can't speak so I stall myself again, then I
What do you cry for? Let's live it up
Just answer me the question, "Why
You stand alone by the phone
In the corner and cry?" Hey, baby
How can
wrapped in plastic, accept anything
Cut up the dark with the 'fetti, nine times
Doped up today like I got ninety-nine lives
Blood on my money, see
on the Toadstool convene your class.
Babe in the wilderness.
In absentia, please show your hands.
And your feet. Are you touched by a beast?
Wash yourself, live your
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
A little birdie whispered in my ear
You've been cooking up a world of fear
Put your hands in things you shouldn't have known
You was riding in
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