Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

We are, we are We are made from broken parts We are broken from the start And our hearts, our hearts They were beating in the dark 'Cause we are, we are We are built from broken parts Through my eyes see the world that you gave us (No one) From the city

I want a perfect child To live a perfect life in this world And though my heart tells me this could never be I see it all so perfectly They say when we have children It changes how we live Changes our direction From take to give

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooo, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "hail to the Chief" Ooo, they point the cannon at you, Lord It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

When the day is through And they might come true Things never are As bad as they seem When you're feeling blue That's the thing to do Just watch the smoke rings

Can't get enough of your love Do it to me one more time You know you set me free Hey, hey, what I'm sayin' is Oh, give you one more chance This heart of mine Do it to me baby (do it one more time) Girl, you're such a bad thing Standing there all alone

Where do fallen angels go I just don't know They keep falling, falling, falling... Can you hear me There's a candle burning in the world tonight For another child who vanished out of sight And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain There's a million

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

Waiting on the world to change So we keep on waiting, yeah We keep on waiting, yeah Me and my friends We're all misunderstood They say we stand for nothing And there's no way we ever could Now we see everything that's going wrong With the world and those