can stop what's in the air, The man think he's big, and he can control, But this time it's done he lost the ball, Who wants to join ? These are things
stop what's in the air, The man think he's big, and he can control, But this time it's done he lost the ball, Who wants to join ? These are things that
in that morning. `Cause I wanted to look like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wanted to feel like the all-, I wanted to be the
shower It's called love in return they bake bread Pay dollars, make bets Catch buzz, give head They call it love and I get plenty of it The rich kids burn
no Tell me is this really what you want I said?on and on? Your faith will come alive For this we will burn, burn alive Yeah burn, we will burn, burn
so fucking hostile you're all so fucking mean With your triple K complexion screaming keep our country clean With your triple K superior picknick and your burning
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time
'm sucker I'm pushing the bomb. Chorus: Do what you want do what you need the hardcore breaking the law the new seed yes they want more Cypress Hill
m picking up plastic from the highway If you love to litter, wave your can and sling it sideways Got some Styrofoam? Burn it in your driveway! Join me
[Doc Brown:] Never was a G, never wanted to be, I did me from my very first steps When my mother regretted my first breath Was taught respect, kalma
an unnatural man He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than [Chorus] I will return I will not burn
everyday It's a road you've come upon I can't help you if you want to Down here nothing gets a chance It's a threat that's real enough We can burn this
havin a say so When they say come you come, when they say go you go Eat what you're given and not what you wanted Limitations on your livin and you still
son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free
like the underground railroad Can't no jail hold me, or no crackers control me I shed tears for dead homies (and what) and fears Allah only So haters don't want
stars above with my guitar in hand i sit down in the sand i can see the sun is coming courage fill and crack the sky with purple silver and golden light join