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• Artiste: Mesus
• Titre: Old School
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Old School What happened to America? That's the million dollar question Preacher teach a million dollars is a blessin' But Jesus taught a different lesson No wonder, I feel pulled in two different directions I'm from America Home of the red, white and blue Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you Yeah, boy, I'm from America Home of the Cadillac coupes And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops Y'on't hear me, from America Land of the free, home of the brave Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops I'm from America One nation under God Best thing they ever taught me, in school What happened to America? 'Cause, if them red letters true Lord, forgive us, we on't know what we do Who I'm kiddin'? Who I'm kiddin', huh? I know them red letters true So, I pray you spare the red, white and blue I on't mean to be preachy, but somebody gotta do it Ain't gotta sell your soul to make it, Father, help me prove it And please excuse my lyrics, you know, I'm a work in progress Promise, I'll quit cussin', once I graduate from college I study the Bible, like I'm studyin' for finals We in the final days, tryin' to make it through these trials Lines are being blurred, guys are bein' girls This America? I'm sayin', bruh, 'cause, lately I ain't sure Y'on't hear me I'm from America Home of the red, white and blue Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you Yeah, boy, I'm from America Home of the Cadillac coupes And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops Y'on't hear me, from America Land of the free, home of the brave Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops I'm from America One nation under God Best thing they ever taught me, in school What happened to America? That question got me losin' sleep My songs are really prayers, I'm just usin' beats Two fingers in the air, if you're cool with peace Leave the middle one up there, if you're not, capisci? 'Cause, if them red letter's true Lord forgive us, we 'on't know what we do Who I'm kiddin', who I'm kiddin', huh? 'Cause lately, wish somebody would Resurrect my UGk days, with diamonds on that wood Back when I was up to no good, ridin' 'round in yo' hood Point guard these haters, yeah, I hit 'em boys with no looks Vogues look mean, got that chrome sittin' between Cadillac Eldorado, damn right, that shit clean Damn right, we getting green, this the American dream Been to New York, been to LA, every city in between And my heart reflect Chicago, like a picture of The Bean And you know, we gotta lean, when we pull up on the scene To the Friday night car show, Saturday barbecues Usually see a fight or two, been even known to start a few Sunday mornin' church, Sunday afternoon, pigskin Monday, back to the grind, Friday, do it all, again I'm from America Home of the red, white and blue Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you Yeah, boy, I'm from America Home of the Cadillac coupes And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops Y'on't hear me, from America Land of the free, home of the brave Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops I'm from America One nation under God Best thing they ever taught me, in school What happened to America?