ill doots - america lyrics
america
at the car wash
at the strip club
at the race track
we get that washed
at the laundro
at the car show
out the backdo’
america
at the car wash
at the strip club
at the race track
we get that washed
at the laundro
at the car show
out the backdo’
america
america
america
out the backdo’
out the backdo’
america
girl we gonna have to make a story about this sh+t here
had to crawl from out them bodies brush em off and get it clear
lil miss i’m robby lee and i’m the sheriff it appears
i just made the title up and nominated all my peers
and now
we the law
we the law
we the law
if we say that you a target you don’t have a chance at all
got departments for tobacco firearms and alcohol
put an acronym in front of it and keep pushing em all
america
at the car wash
at the strip club
at the race track
we get that washed
at the laundro
at the car show
out the backdo’
america
geronimooooo! (my land looks like me)
what’s my name what’s my name (chief)
dusty trail dusty plain (peace)
trusty steed clutch the mane
geronimooooo! (why that look like free)
what you see? trust the aim (shoot)
do my dance, rush the rain (roots)
feel my rage, plus the pain
left apache liiines (hey), ashy dryyy (hey) on the trail of tears
let a single drop (ha), in the end (ha) when i made it here
at the gun sto’ (on the rez)
my casino (f+ck the feds)
tribal leader’s a gringo
america
at the car wash
at the strip club
at the race track
we get that washed
at the laundro
at the car show
out the backdo’
america
i got a lil problem
by the way my name is jimmy (jimmy!)
see i wanna be the top gun
but n0body f+ckin’ with me
(f+ck that n+gga on the low!)
from a slave to a master
sold my soul to the city
now i’m my own ghetto palace
my control issues are brimming (it’s your fault)
but ima open up a business for my ego not the people
work em then they shoes, and still charge they ass for food
(you gotta pay for that)
you wanna extra sauce, i’ll charge you a dollar more
(a whole dollar yes)
understaff the whole store
why didn’t you teleport when i called in you into work?
(n+gga you was posed to be here at 4)
i don’t care if the world is ending, change into ya shirt
(what time you supposed to be here what i say!)
put that dunce hat and shackles back on
ain’t no escape route on the map that’s drawn
and i know you need this paycheck
cause you don’t like no safe s+x
(you know how ya’ll be… young nasties…)
america
at the car wash
at the strip club
at the race track
we get that washed
at the laundro
at the car show
out the backdo’
america
america
america
out the backdo’
out the backdo’
america
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