, All-American man I'm a red blooded, All-American... And I'll scream it loud and clear again! Red blooded, All-American man American man... American man... American
as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats
actual facts is sold as facts We on our grown man shit like Quincy Jones Traveling across the world while we smoking the bone We all here grinding, y'all
feed. A man's gotta make a living. Charcoal barbeque. Station wagon. Nice dream. Selling cigarettes and men's magazines and ice cream. There's all kinds
to explode, the bomb is primed. Up until the middle of the 20th century, many Americans believed in the idea known as the "Manifest Destiny." It held that all of North America
big as my boss' wife, stomach ripped up Spitting liquor in they mouth, cold Moet Captain Morgan, taking flicks, posing, holding my tech With cowboy hats
