America. Hey, I'm ashamed of it America. Hey, I'm ashamed of it America. Hey, I'm ashamed of it America. Hey, I'm ashamed America. Hey, I'm ashamed of
Перевод: Само. Америка.
that Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
earth Cause since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just cursed And just blurt this bezerk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it helps in its self
you’ve been at it for too long. While you feed off all those insecurities, you stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds. Self righteousness
traffic With tha top back of tha donk Girl I gaurntee I can make you go numb numb numb numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America
eyes and realize? Like pepsi, niggas got a new generation And we don’t want your american education Ain’t no brain washing this way Fuck america, tom
Whole country's on house arrest And everyone's a suspect You can't feel the flow because you died Face down on a "suicide" The muthafucker's on self-
Artist: American Head Charge Song: Self No sense of self To balance it off Preconceived notions of something That everyones gone Will I show up With
We, the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect Union I have a dream, a dream that one day We hold these truths to be self-evident
nail polish on the rims And now it's custom chrome but I gotta go do a show So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal When I touch down
back of tha donk Girl, I guarantee I can make you go numb, numb, numb, numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all
History doesn't make something right Consensus is not a fact based exercise You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise We call America A
as the refugees came Settled on the same streets And worked the coast they'd grew up on Soon in the bars around the harbor was talk Of America for the
[Hard Black] Peep the math Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them
it Even though I don't rob banks or sell street rocks I still be callin collect to Trae to say, come bail me out This crooked-ass America, I swear
door open gat in my hand Still soapin' lookin' for who was approachin' Blue suit damn I couldn't see through the tints Ah fuck, it I'll say that it was self
