Lyrics:
4:02)
Nobody's gonna tell me what to feel...
Me and Lisa bought a motorcycle
Strapped my guitar next to her knapsack
She's my lover, she used
Brother, you can beat it, uh
Unless you're willing to drown me in passion
Romance the cat, better make it last (Forever)
Ain't lookin' for no quickies
With a new woman, tell me she from Colorado
And she love women, she'll be gone by tomorrow
Who am I kiddin'?
All this jealousy and agony that I sit in
crewcut, all-American Male?
Remember dancing at the high school hop
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I barely recognized the girl next door
With
head'll go through the ceilin'
Yes it will
I'm a moron and this is my wife
She's frosting a cake with a paper knife
All what we got here's American
about to go see death
And the killer gonna be tech
He next
All the people never gonna re-elect
Such a reject
When I spit vital
With this title
You
too happy to see me (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
Fuck, man, don't everybody welcome me back at once (dum, da-da-da-dum, dum-da-dum)
All right (dum,
Sound like All-American Rejects
Ha-ha
That's a Rockstar-Rockstar
Drift with me like the '70s
She groovy like the '70s
Just like my Percs, she's next
Audio killer , reject dreamer
I done been against all odds and broke even
Smoked so much loud
I could quiet all demons
Clock aint broke
And I'm still
still holding on
I'd be lying
‘Cause I don't wanna drown again
Choking on the same old poison
There won't, won't be a next time
Leave me alone in
seen homies get sheisty on me quick
Wooo! Just imagine if I only spit
But I do beats, too
That's the American dream
Stack to make sure my
Shawties
The American boy you used to date
Who would do anything you say, you say
Even if her plane crashes tonight
She'll find some way to disappoint me
By not burning
to get you on my
So let the young sing and rap to the young
As long as y'all don't think freedom
Is free to be dumb
[VERSE 2]
Its suicidal to think I'm
to the boy next door?
The suntanned, crew cut, all American male?
Remember dancin' at the high school hop?
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I didn't
And the killer gonna be tech
He next
All the people never gonna re-elect
Such a reject
When I spit vital
With this title
You sit idle
Like seacrest
All
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
crewcut, all-American Male?
Remember dancing at the high school hop
The dress I ruined with the soda pop?
I barely recognized the girl next door
With
If I stand around and watch them drown in a pool of gray
When we dive in I can surely say there's feud with force
Am I in your way? Please knock me
now, baby, come on-on
Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
Trustin' me, and give it up for free
Next time, feel free to hit me up,
the window ain't just for show
My sweet little '66
Now old Bubba and me built her back in '79
Then he went into the army so now she's all mine
Sweet
find me in the next life
Kill the point of reason my dear
Conspicuous with your sexual compulsion
Reject the need to find yourself
I've got the cure
not like what's in magazines
The American Dream
A lie told by the wealthy
Chasing a dream of you next to me
It's often a lie when you're by my side
mama
Closer to you ma
You say you love me but I've gone deaf
It's something to say when there's nothing left
When all of the weight falls into my hands
next bill
Whats a rampart to a rambo
Whats a warhol to a campbell
Whats a trump to a stormy daniel
Country got me like damn bro
Whole nation
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