Good morning, America How are you? Say don't you know me? I'm your native son I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

Shitty niggas, you some turds, ayy Yeah, VVS the chain When it rains I'm still happy Got some American hoes they call me daddy-y And if you sleep, wake up, you bitch as fuck And if you gettin' buck, them clips is up And we get to airing it out, and we

Divided states of the world Divided states of America If we don't all stand together, we will fall Let's reach across that great divide 'Cause they built these walls so high Oh, divided states of America If we don't all stand together (together), we will

Somewhere in America Hey girl, help me if you can I'm coming to you with my heart in my hand Give me love, I'm starved for affection All I need is just a little direction somewhere cross the sea she waits for me

Young American, young American, I want the young American Young American, young American, she wants the young American He wants the young American They pulled in just behind the bridge He lays her down, he frowns Gee my life's a funny thing, am I still

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip

Don't get it fucked up I do this shit for my, I do this shit for my Yesterday was the freshest nigga in America I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh Niggas talkin' bout oh shit I pull up they like oh shit Now look whose talkin', bitch