Lyrics:
Or your momma she's old as nada
I close my eyes then hit a pinata
I'm as crazy as Patrick
A young American psycho
If I said it, I meant it
Now listen there
a young American
I'm proud, just think about it
All the far out things that we've begun
There's revolution, constitution, land, sea, and air pollution
Wild, born wild, wild the young American style.
Together we are strong, my brother said there ain't no heaven.
There ain't no orders above us.
Now, I
the American Dream
Young girl, hustlin'
On the other side of the ocean
You can be anything at all
In America, America
I say, can't you see
Just close your eyes
rests in the message of hope in songs of a man
so many young Americans admire.
Ronald Reagan, September 19, 1984
Courtesy of the Ronald W. Reagan
believe it, gotta watch it and see
Half of my bitches richer than me
Young American me
Shit be scary to see
Beverly Hills
Ain't goin' to Terrace
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love
just rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you
Young black American (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin (na na)
Fall
Americans
Rich and poor, young and old
Have been bought and cant be sold
It's from coast to coast like a growing storm
There's an army of the young living
You read it in the paper
And Seen it on the news
Young American Men
Getting Real Abused
Walking home From
Anywhere... after the sun goes down
(When
rests in the message of hope in songs of a man
so many young Americans admire.
Ronald Reagan, September 19, 1984
Courtesy of the Ronald W. Reagan
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met beneath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love
mad obsession baddest women and international innit,
euros not dollars international wit it
Yeah I know your city, internation wit it
A young American
rumble
They told you to hustle, them niggas don't love you
Young black American, (na na)
Wanna live like the fairer skin, (na na)
Fall
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're coming to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Four young chaquitas in Omaha
tonight
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Four young
tonight
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Four young
all alone in your bedroom
I don't blame you and I know I'm not your friend
How we live, young American
I guess I've always known, I'd be on my own,
American dream
American dream, American dream.
Don't know when things went wrong,
Might have been when you were young and strong.
Don't know when things went
tonight
We're an American band
We're an American band
We're comin' to your town
We'll help you party it down
We're an American band
Four young
America
So vast numbers of young Americans
Are alienated from America
Not just from religion
But from America
There goes my heart
How can they control you
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
With 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may
thats my character
I'll possess the upper hand on my enemy yet i still wont embarass em
Young black american, even I'm surprised that you happened to hear
Said farewell to the apartment, painted on suburban stripes
A taste of easy living, our own slice of the ground
Here in Island Town
Young American
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