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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mesus
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Cossetti
Songwriter
Texty
G'morning, boys and girls
Hi, Mesus
Today, we're gonna talk about America
America, what's that?
America is a place that existed long ago
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called America
America
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called America
America
Yeah
Welcome to America, we the biggest gang on the planet
Think we ain't? Shit, why you think them gangs call it, flaggin'?
If we want it then we take it, when we take it, we ain't askin'
This is basic, like a t-shirt, we American savage
But, don't you dare say faggot, nooo
But, it's okay to force yo' gay agenda down our throats
Get it? Oh my gosh, it's so offensive
Good, I hope it is! You ever think that I'm offended, by the shit you showin' kids?
Hey, hold up, bitch, because, I'm only gettin' started
Someone tell me, how the hell you think it's cool to let a drag queen read to kindergartners
You ain't gotta follow God to see the reason that ain't right
This shit's so Anti-Christ, I swear to God, his name is Annie-Christ
A man becomes a wife, and that aight, but wrong to call him queer
But then, we turn around, and give a man The Woman of the Year
Hey, listen here, you think I'm scared? You got another thing comin'
I'm from a time when we solved problems with our knuckles, motherfucker
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When people didn't act like fuckin' pussies
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When you were gettin' punched, if you pushed me
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When we were actually, free to speak our minds
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When, the truth wasn't a crime
So, welcome to America, we the biggest bidness on the planet
Think we ain't, shit, dare your ass to slip up on them taxes
Uncle Sam want it, he take it, when he take it, he ain't askin'
So, I stack a mill in cash, and claim the lowest tax bracket
T-t-tellin' me, I can't say that, oh nooo
But, it's ok to take my hard earned money, 'til I'm broke
So, fuck a socialist, I hope you drop the soap, you bitch
'Cause, you belong in jail, right next to people teachin' little boys it's wrong to be a male
Yeah
So, sorry, that I have a spine, sorry, that I speak my mind
Sorry, I ain't silent like the sheeple, who just stand in line
Sorry, I don't have the time to argue with yo' ass, online
Sorry, I could read between the lines, and I ain't fuckin' blind
Sorry, I ain't sorry, nope, not even a lil bit
Could call me ignorant, not to my face, though, 'cause you chicken shit
Swear, I used to give a shit, but I done gave 'em all away
Unlike my guns, fuck it, all I'm sayin'
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When, our flag wasn't disrespected
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When, our cash wasn't disinfected
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
When, we only had two genders
I remember, once upon a time
In a land called, America
So, fuck you, and your agenda
'Cause, I remember, Martin Luther had a dream, and lived it 'til his life was lost
People stood up for the flag, and took a knee, down for the cross
People knew to count the cost, 'fore they mouth would write a check
'Cause, if you piss somebody off, you catch 'at right, they break your neck
'Cause, people had a backbone
Jesus wasn't bagged on
Mom and Dad were at home
Proud to have that flag flown
Down to get our scrap on
'Cause, it give us character
So, where the fuck has that gone?
Damn, I miss America
Writer(s): Charles Cossetti
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