Lyrics:
me
It's the fear that lives
In a forest of stone
Underneath the corporate canopy
Where the sun
Rarely
Filters
Down
And the ground
Is not so
feel sad
All this drive-by love got me
Crazy like a drug
I wear my red lipstick, got my make-up on
I'm Miss America, now I'm gone, baby, gone
I wear my
Get a bar from the smooth Black Frank Sinatra
I sit back and watch ya hit the weed one time
Now you on the dance floor doin' the cha-cha
I got
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
Used to rock the all-black Movado
The all-black El Dorado
All that and a bottle of Dom P (uh)
Niggas can't harm me, I keep the army
Is Brooklyn in
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son!
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
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
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
my story, and who I'd come for
She said "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore"
My father's house shines hard and bright
It
blowin'
Remember what you said to me?
We were drunk in love in Tennessee
And I hold it, we both know it
Mmm, that nothing, nothing, nothing gon' save
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
bro n them
Put it in the can for me
I'mma take yo soul n
Cook him up like stew how I whip that kid
Wash that money so clean I make it blend
What
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
A name, a map, the flag I see,
a cer-tain word, "De-moc - ra - cy."
What is A-mer-i-ca to me?
The house I live in
of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native son"
I
of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native son"
I
can't fuck with me, damn I move swiftly
Million dollar shit cause the kid tote fifty
Back in the gold house
Riding with the dope out
They don't play this
the pavement got a lot of stains
They told me live your life before you check out
Peace to Harry Fraud, he's dope, the best out
We got it
(That's all I do)
And when he got drunk he almost killed that house
Is this the American dream, or the American scheme?
That got me walking in these American streets?
Its
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
.jpg/228px-Frank_Sinatra_(1957_studio_portrait_close-up).jpg "Frank Sinatra")
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