We in the championship We was down 3-1 (I can feel it coming in the air tonight) Champions of the United States (Oh lord) (And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life) Yeah, turn me up Cruz (Oh lord) Bombin' on any of them niggas that want the

My theory of the crows Where crybabies cry In the united states Bright white on both sides Like a plate Nobody listens Nobody should It'd be a waste of attention Not enough money

(Dreaming) Dreaming in the U.S.A. Don’t stop dreaming Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming in the U.S.A. (Dreaming) Dreaming in the United States I was a boy, I was dreaming of the U.S.A. All the movies I see are from the same place All the music I love is from

Cause that where them real niggas at. The royal penis is clean your highness Thank you, king shit Yeah motherfuckers! Welcome to the United States of America. Time to roll out the red carpet on y'all bitch asses. Hailing from the filthy, dirty South,

And these wars, they can't be won And on and on United States! You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change