We were living it up, up, up in that American love Two young hearts, one cool car And all we wanted to do was park, kiss, smoke, drink I love this song, baby, what do you think? She turned it up windows fogging up I pick her up about seven for the

I don't want to die If you hear My last breath My love wasn't true Now all I have is you

My bitch bunkin' She went from nothing now she somthing She only clap that ass for me I taught her how to whip a key Now my trap jumpin' She bring that dough to me how I want it In fifties, hundreds, all that Money is money, my nigga Even small stacks

For that's enough to argue Don't want to be an American idiot All across the idiot nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow Welcome to a new kind of tension We're not the ones who're meant to follow Don't want a nation

If you're gonna do it, do it right (right) Do it with me Baby, I'm your man Call me good Call me bad Call me anything you want to baby But I know that you're sad And I know I'll make you happy

Oh, look what you've done to this rock 'n' roll clown Oh oh, look what you've done Photograph I don't want your Photograph I don't need your Photograph all I've got is a photograph You're all I want, my fantasy I gotta have you Photograph I'm out a love

All around the world people want to be loved All around the world, they’re no different than us All around the world Baby what you doing? Where you at, where you at? Why you working so shy? Holdin' back, holdin' back We're not the only ones doing it like

Tell em anything you want to, Just don't tell em all the truth, Yeah don't tell em all the truth, Just don't tell em I've gone crazy, That I'm still strung out over you, Tell em all I'm on vacation, Say I went to visit friends, That you ain't heard or

I said baby mama, I don't know your name But I said baby, sugar I can play your game Every night when we leave the hall I see you hanging around You want to ride in my big black car baby Want to go uptown I know who you are baby I know what they call you

All I want from you is drug sex Run it up and never go back (Go back) Tell me why the fuck you mad though? (Mad though) I ain't that used to getting mad dough (Mad dough) I dropped forty pointers on your ass, ho (Ass, ho) Forty pointers on your ho-ass