Lyrics:
Feel this burning cigarette
Not good for you its no carrot
Twisted like Harley in the head
All I see is red
The pain The pain
The pain The pain
Americans
Hey Jimmy Where's The Old Songs?
Have You Forgot The Words
Well We're All The Rights
And Victims In Your Heart
Well We're All The Rights
an American Reject
We played out their records
When things were better
Now all of the love songs sound so stupid
We're too close to be far away
I know you need
a cigarette
Straight up and down, I don't play around
Rhymin' gets me paid mad bread by the pound
Shout out to my crew, tight as a belt y'all
Go by
teach him with the sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You
I found an Ezra Pound
And made a bet that if I found a cigarette
I'd drop it all and marry you
Just then a song comes on
You Can't Always Get What
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
In the night, in the beat city light
We steal ourselves away and hold on tight
You were there, yeah, we were all there
Too young, too smart, too
Small fry, struttin by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my put down that cigarette
You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
hopeless and illusive fight.
Let’s go mad
Sometimes it’s all that it’s worth.
Closing your eyes
But not completely get lost.
Reject this world
Forget
stupid
Fuck Green Day fuck Blink
Fuck MCR fuck The All American Rejects
Who the fuck even are Waterparks?
Fuck Simple Plan fuck Brand New
Fuck Hawthorne
indication of where we are
Where we've been, where do we go
American ain't legible
My rights are being left behind
In questioning times they say invest in
the back,
from a Winston cigarette that was thumped into the window
Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've
seeking out
So, I don't need a co-sign to get this
All the things you done
I done did that
I could rap about money and cars and getting high
But, why?
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
The needle returns to the start of the song
And we all sing along like before
And we'll all be lonely
I've worked too hard for my illusions
Just to throw them all away
I'm taking time quiet consolation
In passing by this love that's passed away
I
a fever
And by Tuesday they're starting to sweat
But by Wednesday night
In the backporch light, they look healthy with a cigarette
If you got a book
on all my songs
Nigga, I'm young as a motherfucker
But money a motherfucker
Young Money motherfucker
Get it in blood puddles, shit
I'm in the South
Where
I wrote a new song
It sounds like one of your songs
It doesn't really matter
I could write a hundred new ones
But I could never make them sound
your song
This the land where dreams come true
We’re American strong
We will rise and fall
But we still stand tall
Keep on keeping on
Cause we’re
back again
Don't say it's over,
After all that we've been through
Take some time to think about it, baby,
While I sing my song to you
Your
Intoxicated on coffee and cigarettes
Astonished by the lack of emptiness
My head is a frozen lake
Finally solid and opaque
Watch the cats turning
that I breathe and to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe yes to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
THIS SONG IS BY THE HOLLIES
Get ready (get ready),
Back by popular demand (he's back)
Snoop Dogg! (yo)
(One, two, check up)
One, two, check up
Yeah one, two check up
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