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I lost every friend
Lost every girl I text social reject
Now I'm all alone in this world with my torment
Lost all my pain now it's back oh no not

originally, it made them all look like jerks, 

And to boot, it was a lotta work

Now looking back, we can safely say, their efforts had a pay day, 

Group

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

in love hurt me one time before but I might relapse
Baddie a viper a snake yeah she might bite back
In a rage room see the way that I break her back
I

change
However, I was affected by appeal's constant rejection
Now my abandonment issues has got me feeling resentment
Resentful for all the times I was

focused
That goes to all my niggaz back home America and Europe
1, 2 So fucked up
All my shit due now I'm so fucked up
It's a different day but I'm still

up every time we come thru
Come thru when I come thru when I come thru when I come thru
Back to back, yeah we ridin' on horses every time we come

in ma head i'll
Let all these shots stop by her leg i'm
Focused on bread, red is what she get i, got these

Head shots goin around
Bet, ops goin down

don’t need to sing no hook
Grab the game by the throat got them all shook
And they mad cause they b***hes liking my look
Me and the paper in love it’s

true: that money equals power
How much do you have if I pay you by the hour
The American Dream is a veiled arms race
And if you weren't the first to get

I'm trembling all the time so
You can make your crime

Just a bite of night remains
It's blushed by the worm that turns me on
"Come with me!"
I swear

whacked off the gate (whacked)
I mix purple codeine by the eight (codeine)
Wrap the scope, line him up like a tape (line him up)
Back to back

The Darktown Poker Club

Phil Harris

The Thing About Phil Harris

1996

all them funny signs
Like you're tryin' to tip off your hand
Keep talkin' in American, big AAA
That's what I can understand
And don't be getting'

like that but the flick of my wrist just might bite back
Tearing down the walls of this bitch like Shaq
Got my mom’s back not stepping on crack
Jumping

baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

Well, it was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
She could see the cars roll by

me some more I said I've got to live
The American dream
Keep the sheep all pacified and you can get away with anything
But me and you
Wont let them

generation die

Welcome back to American crisis
No telling what the price is

Wake up every day to see a nation in flames
We click and we tweet 
And we

the hunger that I feel inside
Packed it all up left the dust behind
So where’s my American dream
Seems like nobody saved a piece for me
Break my back for what

Banana Republics

Jimmy Buffett

Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes

1977

trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home

Down to the banana

bite
Well you a soft bitch

Giving it everything is all I know How to do
I don't know how to go slower
So I don't I'm a power you
Never thought'd be

is most of these rappers actors
Acting all American it's backwards
Fact is I don't got time to rap diss
But if I did Cassper'd be ghost
That's all she

I’ll be there by your side
Oh, there’s no need to hide
My brother Leon, I’ll be there for all your life
Here on this ledge
I look down to the depths

Surrounds me like a waterfall
And there's no stopping us right now
I feel so close to you right now

All American rejects, they told us move along
Man

change to the outcome would've led to a different course
I'm standing by my actions
All the ups and downs it had to happen
Focusing on the now, no bringing