Lyrics:
sorry you'll be
All that grief upon your plate
Then you'll have to make time for me
But, ha, ha, by then you'll be too late
I see the headlines
ain't have it all
Remember waitin' by the land-line to make a call
Had to bundle up on blankets when it came to Fall
But never did complain, 'cause we've
too into pop culture (POP, POP, POP)
Ate my heart like a vulture
American torture
Why didn’t her mama warn her?
She make them wanna waterboard her
Kill
fuckin' past
I just seen you yesterday
By any means was all it ever seemed to be
This reminiscin' with my past has got me
Caught up in a daydream
Stay in
writing music. I figured I wouldn't start with Christmas music though. I did something All-Americans look towards first when they think of the holiday
start the lynching
But stand silently by while it happens
Justifying with your false narrative
Benefitting from white supremacy
You call patriotism
Make
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
broken heart.
So it's a story he tells
To all who listen your heart will be fed.
Of struggles and hope and love
That he's grateful for from the heavens
conversations that
Basically said that welfare is the reason
Why a lot of black people
End up being Democrat they say –
You know first of all, it’s a limit
all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
the pedal in that hood
I sit in the back of the room
Legs crossed, melting wax
Another free drink so soon?
All good, knock it back
Red lights, heart
the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all, come on and let me in
you will understand. (repeat)
Why dem call mi the bwoi with the key to the girl dem heart,
ever ready fi make you scream and blow your heart a skiata,
all the gods
With thousands and cars
No more hustlin', now we can open up bars
To wash all this money clean
Nigga, it's the American dream
But it ain't
of American history inspires change
In the feeble hearts and minds of the innocent
People speak of an end to this segregation
Calling for a great leader to put
secret
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
Who has to know?
by The All-American Rejects
Raw backwards on all you rappers
What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement massive
I'm
tell us what to do
Not me no way
Wont stand for that today
Live life by your own rules reject the status quo
Following your heart the only thing I know
heart and eyes you will finally see
That I am just like you, and you just like me
No lives matter Our graves all look the same
No lives matter When we
Was an emperor to us, nothing more, nothing less
And he power-tripped just like all of the rest
And he was still in power when our schools were ruled by
Because I'm on, because I'm on the American Bandstand
When we dance real slow I'll show all the guys in the grandstand
What a swinger I am, I am on American
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
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