The lights go on The scene is overcrowded It takes my mind away It takes my mind away They raise their hands It's time to give it all we've got It helps
The lights go on, the scene is overcrowded. It takes my mind away, it takes my mind away. They raise their hands, it's time to give it all we've got.
Tradução: My American Heart. En Entre.
A New Asshole All I Hear Is I'm The Best At This And I'm Best At That But I Don't Hear My Name, No ?? Brought Up In Rap And I Don't Usually Trip Or
America And we are Americans (SSHHH) I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two Nina's under my jeans either side of my penis under my
is America And we are Americans (SSHHH) I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two meaners under my jeans either side of my penis under my
trife will reunite again [Kuniva] America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home Stay at my zone,
78 I wake up handcuffed But i'm doing it "my way" Stop, listen, what's that sound? That's the sound of a revolution The underground That's the sound of my
through my jungle And met an angel about to sin I heard a voice from inside of me When the youth of America cried: Can you help me, hear me call
between your toes, Nobody knows your name There's a worm at the bottom of a bottle That's well within my reach And the heart that you broke will soon
not a crook. (Slaine) I?m an American (Charles Manson) United States of America is the demon of the world. (Slaine) I?m a product of America, youth
shout out loud So they could hear it in America It's all for you The shells crack under our shoes Like punctuation points The planets bend between us
some music? What you wanna hear baby? Put me on some of that old gangsta shit Aight {ding dong} {needle scratching} Damn! the fuck is that, everytime i'm chillin someone ringing my
on gasoline He flips the page and turns The scene In my mind I'm drowning butterflies Broken dreams and alibis; That's fine---. I've seen my palette blown To monochrome- Hollow heart
ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account, My account can't count up all my money in an hour, 'Cause it
As a man breathes into a saxophone And through the walls you hear the city groan Outside it's America Outside it's America So I'm back in my hotel room
