Lyrics:
American Me Die Faster

: Brian, Lyrics: Tony] Lies, lies. Everything was lies... Not one truth, everything was a disguise from the start to the end. You were killing me from

Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American

' for the ladies You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Let 'em know how we feelin' right now Every time I come around, shawty love me down Run up on me like

the kids in America, whoa We're the kids in America, whoa Everybody live for the music around We're the kids in America, whoa We're the kids in America

million people took it Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid Officer, get off me sir Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking

can call me on my cell phone You can page me all night long But you won't catch this free bird I'll already be long gone Like Steve McQueen All we need's a fast

girls From Kamoto Islands to Rockaway Beach No, it's not hard, not far to reach American girls knock me out, ya know Fast cars, cold beer, and rock-n-roll America

While you playin' we buyin' y'all rentin' pin me Probably livin' in a tent pocket full of lint Tryin' to flip it like, I flip it nigga got me bent And

me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me Sleepwalk shit talk nigga That be running from niggas in