Lyrics:
tell them all my secrets
It's the fear of this
That keeps me running
Were we chosen? Are we rejects?
Will they understand?
The question leaves me
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
feature at night
A quarter-pound of sand in my un-released Nike's
Amsterdam high, smoke it all by tonight
Nigga you ain't know about the life
When
float on
Of pop music and soda
The american dream takes over
And drives alone by itself down a dark dark road
Singing All Night Long
All Night Long
Well
Just say GG, I will survive
I'll be loving and feeling the vibe
Keeping the feeling alright
Keep you going all night
We keep it the realest
You're not
threes)
Youngin came up from the block he stealing whips with ease
My patna super seven he might spin like DVD
On my side it wicked
We just spent anotha
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
jeopardy, though, you did your time
Nevermind
Get high with me and spend the night
We'll drive to the city, we'll dance in the lights
I finally know where I
In she walks, the American Fox
With her head held high, like the sea
Subject not of sight because
She moves in the night
Setting all the Angels free
life
Shawty I am nothing like the next guy
But don't you try to take me on a test drive
Going for excel, not tryna get by
So don't you try to take me
a lead (Lead, lead)
Every time I look at you
You'rе picture perfect
Always in my drеams all night
I can't forget you
Always feeling some type of way
I
buy some buds"
It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like
"Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for
like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I'd like to thank you, too." ELVIS
"Three young singers were killed today in the crash of a light
gone
American reject, just keep moving along
Young kings, but they always treat us like pawns
Until you sacrifice what's right to be wrong
Keep your eyes
the cynicism, is a mechanism, for the winning system
and the drive to win is missin in em, so forget em winning
The mysticism is defined by what you'd risk
Shit would go Far
But now you runnin' outta drive
Ain't got no gas in ya car
So fuck it im pushin' by myself
Had to get out and walk
Cause nigga time is
All right
My life
Is looking a drive by
It's looking really bloody and muddy from all the bright lights
High five
I don't really wanna go inside like
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell
Habits
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits
(Who oo who)
Yea yea
snapping back to urgency, I did my dishes
then I would sprint to the studio again.
Spend all day and night digging in,
distorted bass, spliced tape, singing
'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador
They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day,
Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
the nights on too much brandy
No streak
But bear my soul gladly
Baby it's you
Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
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