All my friends drowning at sea yeah everyone except for you and me and they'll be at the bottom and they'll be at the bottom an anchor tied to their feet
All my friends drowning at sea yeah everyone except for you and me and they'll be at the bottom and they'll be at the bottom an anchor tied to their
are my love/dearest friend) You so bright, you shine like my TV Then one day she never came to meet me Is it true when they say all you need is just
the honorable diddy, I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle, All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle, I got the
Me To Stay Away From All These Girls And The Haters They Dont Like That Im Fullfillin My Dreams But Im Jus Tryna Do My Thing My Nigga Can I Live My
've heard this all before Let's hear it for America's sweethearts But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins. Let's hear it for America's sweethearts
[Kuniva] America Owns, Without a fucking care in my dome Bearin' my bones, so far away staring at home Stay at my zone, falling asleep late with my
the fuck are they foolin’? Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what’s under my
Don't charge me... Siren sound and my heart was poundin' I looked at my man as the cops surround him A teen on the scene with no objective The American
with your mouth full b*tch, While your discussing me its all plublicity, Even if ur cussin me ur still dashing my name around the city, Its all good
American But three years later, Mikey was the town pride Basketball Mikey went and got himself a full ride Earned his acceptance on the hardwood floor And that's something white America
know you heard this all before Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins Let's hear it for Americas suitehearts
I know you've heard this all before Let's hear it for America's Sweethearts But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins Let's hear it for America
'm the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, that's from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger, that's the reason why I got my hustle I got the
my brain I got a capitalist migraine I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin' right Taking my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight So many hos on my
my American boy, American boy Would you be my love, my love? Would you be my love, my love? Could you be my love, my love? Would you be my American boy
and you can honour mine. They call you Israeli and they call me an American, I look at you and I don't see a country, I just see my friend, I pray we