like, "I'm clueless, why?" The question was rhetorical, the answer is horrible Our morals are out of place and got our lives full of sorrow And so tomorrow
bad bitch, point her out Yeah, you're damn right I'ma, you're damn right I'ma Go getta, go getta, go getta We live life on da edge like there's no tomorrow
(Spirit of America) That's the spirit of America, it's everybody's dream, there's a new tomorrow (Spirit of America) That's the spirit of America, doin
We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world We're gonna rock on top tonighton top of the world Gonna take a trip around the globe, we're leavin tomorrow
do it for them when I'm crackin' them rims See me doin' donuts over pot holes Bustin' off Roscoes like fuck it I'll buy a new set tomorrow I'm the horror
', man Don't give a damn if the squares don't understand You let 'em tell you what to say and what to write Your whole career'll be over by tomorrow night
Motown's Berry Gordy Turn *** **** into a chain of 40/40's Sorry, my jewelery so gawdy Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's America meet
in my stomach Only you can run it, I'ma learn from it Do what I gotta do, try not to plummet America eats its youth like reptiles Don't worry 'bout tomorrow
still boomin', right now it's quiet and sober You wouldn't believe the niggaz that's rollin' over I know that you're happy for me I'm doin' my thang Tomorrow
Intro: Jr. Gong] Morning to you man Morning to you love Hey, I say I say [Chorus 2x] Africa must wake up The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow
third psalm Dusty rifle in his tremblin? hands Somebody tryin? just to stay alive He got promises to keep Over the ocean in America Far away and fast
beings Man actin' as if he was the supreme bein' Clockin' the souls of men out like he was G O D and W A Rrah, there'll be no tomorrow but sorrow And
fires the bullets off Six hearts cut short Still dreaming they're alive Blown 'round in dusty circles Like an absent state of mind Who hunter? Who victim? God love America
little song dedicated to the boy scouts of america. [applause] we seem to have a convention here tonight. the boy scouts of america, those noble litt Bastions of democracy, and the american legion of tomorrow
Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation under the new media And can you hear the sound of hysteria? The subliminal mind fuck America Welcome
way, come on, he's over here!", "Oh, look, his stripes (??), come on everybody.", "It's a pigeon rally!" Bert: Greetings, pigeon fanciers of America
difference they're all the same! It just depends on what's your point of view America, America the big wedge and they're buying up your tomorrow with
it's Barbie bitch! [RU Spits:] I don't got a dollar tonight, I'll just borrow Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow I'm tryna leave here with America