Songtexte:
America Tim Man

on the sparrow, I stay high, but on-point like an arrow. Street nigga baby I'm in love with the gravel, Money gives me life like the man with the gavel

Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion, try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion. I've taken all the stress I can, peace America I'm movin

broken up by responsibilities and such Sometimes this era mentally I reconstruct High school I came out it Cats with clout at graduation got they name shouted Go to Great America

and tell 'em how you feel? Yeah word up, bust this, man, I'ma do this You've got the feelin' I might as well go do this right? Definitely man Aight,

have we become America? Soldiers on the Great Frontier! Run from yourself, from your friends, from ya-- Run for your life, for your friends, for ya-- American

reprocussions Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion I've taken all the stress I can peace America

(feat. Tifstar, Tim Means) [Hook: Deacon] There's something about a vandal's lust The lifestyles of the scandalous Ain't nothing like it - america loves

reprocussions Get rushed as if I was rushin with no discussion try and cuff me and catch a mild concussion I've taken all the stress I can peace America

on the sparrow, I stay high, but on-point like an arrow. Street nigga baby I'm in love with the gravel, Money gives me life like the man with the gavel