Lyrics:
would reject
Sail on an angel's wing
Problems forming through whole year
I'm unable to see clear
All the things surrounding me
Hope that someday I'll be
wanna be alone but I'm by myself
I'm going through some pain that no one ever felt
Escaping all my agony welcome to my realm
Binging off the drugs yuh I
Americans
We all know the hour's late, this ain't no time to hesitate
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty
Of thee, I sing
Land where my fathers
by
I watched the sun fall down in the canyons
I nearly met my maker in LA
I thought I'd seen it all
Until she showed me the American way
Oh,
know.
Lookn at my website, talkn bout he sexy, I lift my shirt up now they all wanna sex me
Girls go wild like the site dot com
Man this crowd so dope,
American
Turning American
I want to be American, I want to be a star
You should be over there, you should go far
But I don't wanna learn cos I know it all
Germany
It has declined there by forty-one percent
Since 1971 and his Canadian thinks
It's time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous
recognize all my thoughts
That realize I'm of awe a long history
Historic files a mystery
The truth shall be told the time is now
They cover up cover-ups
even got to hunt or have a 4 wheel drive
This is all our home, till we're 6 feet deep
I'll be American grown till I've worn the jeans
This is all
You dont know my journey there's a lot of hurt in that story
Bro in the field trenches turned him All American
They don't know how I made it like
will beat you
Save me and all I know
Betray me and all I know
Solid truth, I don't need it
American God
American God
American God
American God
Clear
the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky,
around and tell me what's good, Miley
What's good, what's good?
Motherfuckers catching feelings, woah
So I smash and gotta leave 'em
All the papers tryna
friends with my mentor, No I.D.
And No I.D. told him
"Look, man, if you wanna mess with Kanye you gotta tell him that you like the way he rap"
I was all
gotta come through with a damn purpose
Bought that rat a bag, that's proof of purchase. I ain't trippin' at all, she earned it
I was the reject, now I
number, it's still on speed dial
I just wanna reach out and tell you I miss you
If you get all freaked out, I'll have to dismiss you
I hate that I love you,
secret)
(All-American-'Merican-'Merican-'Merican Rejects)
Don't tell anyone, you'll be just a regret
(Just another regret) if it's okay with you
I'll keep
words, but we all can get a sentence//
Am I anti-American because I want us to improve?
Until we as revered as the art up in the Louvre?
While you
the world needs
Why can’t we all just get along?
Accept that we’re the right. Admit you got it wrong
Ours is the one true God and he always plays by
American
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
FAFO we all bleed red Im a beer drinking redneck working man I love usa yeah im the American prodigy
Im getting really tired of all the race war between
the seven-figure cream
Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery, shootouts
guess they're all trapped by fear but I stand by Christ
I know that death is defeated so ima live this life
You can spit on me reject me and you can mock
All-American
I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times 1823
An American man named Joe livin' on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York
You mean
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