love and leaving Ummmmm Down, down we all fall down Down, down we all fall down We all fall down, yeah we all fall down Let's toast to new love blooming
Übersetzung: Amerika. Love And Leaving.
nights out, with the lights out under the safety of darkness, amongst the crazed and the heartless and young soul bros, ready to rode a starship Launch it, leave
leave me for someone thats richer Twist the cap off the bottle I Take a sip And see tommorrow Gotta make if I have to Beg and Borrow Reading love letters late night, locked down, and
About the sticky, the sticky, the green leaves, leaves, leaves Nigga you keep that brown, I want this shit with no seeds Girl you my thaaaang And I love
up And it's fucked up, shit we got to have that ass And there's no love, mommies just be at that stash Tryin to get me pop one in and now she got my ass
boys in a stolen Caddie I wuz shootin the pree blowin some weed And every now and then I sip some Hennesey And after my niggas wuz bustin we probably
me fuck naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I
of weed Everything I need, leave it to the trees It can make me feel better, and every day I wake Niggas rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts And
. Back to America leave with leisure. G4 cash boy. You don't need your Visa. Cuz you're my candy girl. My now and later. Just bring your purse and
I had to turn back into the bad guy so faggoty faggoty faggoty gays and (?) God made Raggedy Ann and Andy not Raggedy Andy and Andy and Andy and Angelina Jolie is just another ho and
Its a Bone thing what? Cause I love some money Funky, filthy, dirty money And I... really hope ya dont owe me Cause I.. really love my money Ya die
Romeo's Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole I play on niggas like stop and go And tell the other liquors that Don pop more And Venus told
to learn, to not look down And I quickly learned to kneel All I need is one good nights sleep In your loving arms, to mend We sleep to dream And we
the Jesus of Suburbia The St. Jimmy is a figment of Your father's rage and your mother's love Made me the idiot America It's not over 'till you're underground
an empty pot to piss in at the end of the road "go" i got to many problems and not enough solutions a brain that make you people think I?m lost and gone delusional and america loves
