Lyrics:
is round, and so am I
Big boys, big girls with real big thighs
[Chorus]
Super size, super size
The American way
Going down, throwing down
All
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
completely surrounded by those who feeding my arrogance
I'm making sweeping comparisons and to keep from embarrassment
I reject any evidence that competes with
rather have a milk shake -- he keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie -- late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar -- he left Kid brother
legislation
Led to demographic in isolation
Another participation in decapitation
Ten-four die, river deep, mountain high
Is a wall stuck between dyin'
niggas be eating pasta but they love zucchini
Rocking valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Fail once, succeed twice, then retry
Get up, what, get up, what, get up, man
Fail once, succeed twice, then retry
All faith, but no work? Then you
go When you call ima go
For your love ima fiend why you leave me on the scene Need another hit so I'm rolling up my sleeves
When my heart beat
it's 2021 -after all, so Should we run
Everybody's wearing masks - so if they try to take our guns
They'll prolly only have to ask Americans once.
Yeah,
I'll paint on a smile
If I had a chance I'd do it all again
I wouldn't press rewind
It may not be a fairytale
Or American dream
I can't deny
I'm doing
the American dream
And these American streets listen close as they speak
The next time you think America please include me
Help the ones that are weak
All
So many things about you are amazing
I can see the growth from your phases
Taught morals to the child you were raising
For all the good in life
with our fists climbing higher
Vilified by liars who conspire in cipher
They don't give a shit about the will of the people
Unspeakable legal sequels
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky, I say
think they getting sh*t
Talking all that sh*t
Dont think I do not remember it
Now I'm Looking fly
Call my phone if you tryna Slide
Business calls
Offer me
And keep in silent.
Another black person has died, that is true
But are you surprised? I ain't, because I already knew
By promoting political deaths they
okay
When its rhyming on time its a piece of cake
Olé, watching all my pieces, break
Heady with shooters don't make me amazed
Unfazed by your layaways
for material wealth
Played out the cards he dealt
Its a heart felt spiritual black belt
Watching them destroy themselves
They reject the soul just for
just deep throat
Heart on froze Sub Zero
So please don't play grand master
For I ghost ya a** like Casper
You see my hearts been captured (Yea)
Ran away
burying a bygone era
Alpha omega
Heart pulled straight from the mecca
Pen don't let up
A pitbull don't know no better
Freddy got an affinity for putting
call for meds
Niggas cap when all is dead
Hardheads who always beg
I part heads with cautious threats
You call feds when offing tek's
The game's a mess
Yeah
Yeah
With what we see on the streets
It's kind of hard to believe
That we all living the dream
I see brothers and sisters
Being engulfed by they
they know the discretion between what is and what isn't a micro aggression
When you call me by another name
When you teach me for a whole semester then
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