The mysteries met So the chemistry set And I'm I'm not the saddest cheerleader to forget the American American word For the gang in the head That dwindles 'til no members won The sky looks threatened heading home in the dust Singing "Life is Forgetting" Good enough

I'm I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain, 'cause I'm I'm a psycho Yeah, homie I thought we, told we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12,

Hey, hey, hey, hey And I know now, that I'm I'm so down You look so perfect standing there In my American American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed in an an arrow heart

This is gonna be the best day of my life My li-i-i-i-i-ife Wo-o-o-o-o-oh, wo-o-o-o-o-oh I'm I'm never gonna look back Woah, never gonna give it up I had a dream so big and loud I jumped so high I touched the clouds I stretched my hands out to the sky We

American oxygen Breathe in, this feeling This is the new America We are the new America American, American, American Oxygen Breathe out, breathe in Every breath I breathe Chasin' this American American Dream We sweat for a nickel and a dime

Life goes on and if I'm I'm wrong I guess I'll burn in flames Bend up the river and nothing down the drain And I wish I had a pocket full of gold If I'm I'm a sinner then I don't feel ashamed Na na na na na, na na na na na So throw your sticks and throw your

I was walking round in Paris Near the (inaudible) Zanzibar Said the woman at the front door "Do you know the place you are? This place is from the fancy I don't think you fit the scene You're just an an American Black boy I'm I'm a French African Queen" And she

Please just listen 'cause I don't ask for much I am my own man, I make my own luck I know I let you down It's hard to stay I'm I'm sorry for how I up and left this town I'm I'm sorry, father Please forgive me I can't remember Please forgive me, no one is calling

You are the light of my life My little piece of the pie American American beauty apple of my eye Today to you, I'm I'm invisible Tomorrow you may still be out of reach But someday you and I will be possible We'll be alone makin' love on the beach By then we won't

You bout to, journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain and his silent screams You'll feel his pain and his violent screams I'm I'm the devil, if