I met her at the pool yeah she was smoking hott she told me maybe we should get together sometime she asked me if i could, rub oil on her back and
: He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if
hasard des femmes sans visage a l'atterissage soyons desinvoltes n'ayons l'air de rien para la queja mexica este sueno de america celebremos la aluna
: Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger
and I'm making a fortune. You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone, brain and Cock. Deep down stronger than all. A sad state of affairs. A crippled America
them during sex, kill them during talk kill them whenever you can Future farmers of America future farmers of America Future farmers of America These - - stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs
, can I believe in my America Oh, in the business of America Oh, that?s the system at work Everybody?s a jerk Oh, can I believe in my America Oh, hard
all these year, the tears of the growing fears That I would never hear, never again Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America Voice of America, oh America
during sex, kill them during talk Kill them whenever you can Future farmers of America Future farmers of America Future farmers of America These stupid black owners are foreigners to affairs
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem A common affair for the ones who are juiced If it is weakness that grants us the power We thrive on what's stronger
. you're a minute thin when the time is always right. you've already americanized your thoughts. realize i try it's all i've got. it's all been americanized
doll Dipped in blood in the moonlight Like what happen in America This is us Our eyesides snagged Dipped in mob in the daylight Like what happen in America
femmes sans visage a l'atterissage soyons desinvoltes n'ayons l'air de rien para la queja mexica este sueno de america
faith in your race Put some faith in your race Put some faith in your race Put some faith in your race I'm black and I'm proud to be a African-American
your seat Then ya throw your hands high in the air Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere Ya rockin' to the beat without a care With the sureshot MCs for the affair
He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if I am