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was pleased to come his advances,
For he was a man of wealth and taste.
But she got so cut up by the man who would not stop.
Thought all she needed
of the scheme
My mom died as a fiend, so I brush it off my Shoulder
Time passed by, Lord knows so I hold on
From the soul on my roofs I stand as a black Man
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
(Chorus)
Kill for the pay
People enslaved
Govern the mind
We in the end of the days
AMERICAN WAY X4
(verse 1)
So Many Racks u catch a heart
Holding up our hands for a fallen man
As he goes by
Tears falling down everybody's face
But we don't cry
On your way home from Afghanistan
American born, American raised, American made
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen
to be found by racing around,
You carry your pain wherever you go,
Full of blues, and tryin' to lose,
You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
So
Bringing me down
I'm running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from
or their leg
So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now, no, my man, you must, you know, do your
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
freedom to live
A country built by immigrants
Has taken my freedom to live
Immigrant American so let me be
Immigrant American so let me be
Immigrant
right now
If you don’t know how to do it,
Rupert Murdoch will show you how.
12. Now this sorry situation in the American nation
So utterly sad, with
That bih met let her man go
Done put them all all in the friend zone
She a groupie so I put her in the fan zone
YSL what I'm rocking I got bands ho
of cheap gasoline
I'm for sale by the side of the road going nowhere
Rusty old American dream
I rolled off the line in Detroit
Back in 1958
Spent
rights
The Ash-ites will add you
To the un-American list
Along with Allen and Milton and Dwight
Social Security's a Bolshevik plot
Cooked up by some
of a military man
It’s the way of life and I understand
And I’m so proud to say
Made me who I am today
I hope down the road I find a real good man
That’s
Did you go to Portugal to get that perfect tan?
My mother left my old man cause you asked her how she was
And the whole town wants your number cause
Joseph Smith, American Moses!
Praise be to Joseph! American prophet man
Ay! My name is Joseph Smith, and I'm going to fuck this baby!
What?!
No no
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
niggas (what's that?)
You cannot defeat the Internet, no matter what, so chill, nigga
Don't get distracted by the money, you too relaxed
You livin' life
divided
Who's black, who's white, C'mon
Now the man in the mirror never gets race right
He'll never be Christ-like
Never receive good pay
So your faith
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
Pittsburgh, show you where the city at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in
way tickets to the free land
And so it seems man
My folks heard about the Dream Act
But the American dream is straying from the stream
It gets lonely
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