American Pie - Don Mclean

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama, yeah I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me, yeah Made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone? 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mami I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up Goyard done break your pockets Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit And I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me I am everything except a rapper Shit I got it lit, 25 lighters on my dresser, oh, yeah Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo

'Mano You've never been to Heaven, have you? (OG Parker) Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (yeah, yeah, yeah, ah) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive and you just lay back I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) I might take you home with this I might give you all of it (yeah) Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) Baby, I'm the sweetest, p- is the meanest Hot girl sh-, but I'm cold every season Know he got that pipe, let him bust it 'til it's leaking (yeah, mwah) Booty like a pillow, he can use it while he sleeping (look) Don't be going through my phone 'cause that's the old me (old me) Ain't the only one tryna be my one and only (one and only) Real thick, moving slow, that body like - He a player (hey, hey, hey), but for Megan, he cutting the whole team That body looking nice (looking nice) I got cake and I know he want a slice I wish, I wish he would try to put me on ice (brrr) I ain't never had to chase d- in my life (in my life) I want that nasty, that freaky stuff (freaky stuff) Live under my bed and keep me up (hey) That Hansel and Gretel, let him eat me up (ah) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive, and you just lay back (ah) I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie I might take you home with this I might give you all of it Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) You got me hung up from across the room I'm so high that I'm on another altitude And on my cloud, I got some space for you Got a taste for you, ayy Mo' bounce to the ounce Pick it up, put it down (woah) Wanna put his Nutty Buddy in my Fudge Round (baow) P- tighter than a b-, he ain't had it like this Toes curling like they're throwing gang signs on Crip (on Crip) One thing about me, I ain't taking no sh- He whipped, I know it's - off his old b- Cesar Millan, I got his a- trained (I got his a- trained) Just tryna let a dog know who really run things (huh, ah) You've never been to Heaven, have you? Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) Ooh, baby, we can go fast I'll drive, and you just lay back (ah) I got the flavor that lasts, yeah, the sweetest pie (uh-huh, uh-huh) I might take you home with this I might give you all of it Come get your dose of the sweetest pie Ooh, this the ride of your life Hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite (uh-huh, ayy, ayy) of the sweetest pie Ooh, the ride of your life (Real Hot Girl sh-) (Me and Dua Lipa finna get the party lit) hold on 'cause, baby, I might I might just give you a bite (ah) of the sweetest pie

How y'all doing there, folks? My name is Aberdeen Washington And I'm a proud American And a terrorist fighter That's right Hey get me another beer bitch Now when the day Bin Laden comes to town I'm a drop a deuce wipe it up with his towel Mow my lawn, sit on the couch, I'm a watch some football I pray to the lord the Cowboys win And beat the hell out of those damn Redskins Call up the boys Get drunk as shit Goddamn right I'm an American That's right I'm American Got a picture of Regan above my fire Next to the deer I shot with my rifle N.R.A.? Hell yeah, I support 'em No pro choice No abortion Mexicans? Send em back over the boarder Ride on home to Samoa Wherever they come from Taking our jobs Eating out hamburgers Taking our jobs They're taking our jobs I see 'em in the fields I'm taking their heads off I hate my job And I hate my boss But I love my country And I pray to God that the cowboys win Fuch yeah romo! That the Cowboys win That's right, that's right, that's right, come on Everybody just clap your hands If you love our country If you love our land That's right And if you're not clapping your hands You're a terrorist And you eat sand sandwiches The day Bin Laden comes to town I'm a drop a deuce wipe my poop with his towel Mow my lawn, sit on the couch, and I'm a watch some football And I pray to the lord the Cowboys win And beat the hell out of those damn Redskins Call up the boys, get drunk as shit Goddamn right, I'm American I'm Ameri-fuckin'-can John McCain and Sarah Palin I know you lost out there And it was a tough one But you're still two mavericks in my book Don't worry about it Now listen Palin I heard you like beer Me too And I don't have a six pack But I got a beer bong in my pants What do you say we go get shitfaced in a helicopter and kill a moose America The chosen Guns Explosions McDonalds Bowling You don't like it We exploit ya Pop a pill Get a boner! Hell Yeah Tony Romo Man that guy's so damn cute I want to sack his boner and ride him brokeback all the way to Wyoming No homo syke Hey I said no homo Hey fuck terrorists I don't mean like f-, I don't want to fuck a terrorist Guys I'm kidding! I like Romo, I don't like Bromo I said fuck terrorists not I want to fuck a terrorist You wouldn't If you caught Bin Laden you wouldn't give him one in the butt? For America? If ya said "no homo" right after ya did it? It doesn't count if it's terrorists Hey little Aberdeen, come in here Yeah Hey come sing the national family anthem, come on USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, Hey, Hey USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, USA, Hey, Hey That's right, I'm an American citizen Aberdeen Washington, this is my country And just because Barack Obama won the presidential election Does not mean that half the country doesn't feel the same way I do And I came to America yeah And I live in America c'mon And I live in America I do too, dad Let me get 'em And I live in America And I live in Ameri... Shut up, little Aberdeen shut the fuck up My bad Let me tell 'em That's right I'm American

I'ma just keep watching, I think my heart's stopping Nicotine fiend of a man I was born this way, I'm a government slave And I was raised on stolen land And it's a hard up kinda life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind around A bullshit American dream I'm still a six-gun owning, bet the truth hurts, don't it? Won't you catch me if you can? I hope all is well, it'll be a cold day in hell When you pry it from my dying hands 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life When paying your dues don't get you by You're working all week to make some overtime To pay from this bullshit American dream I've heard once to be dreaming Means you've got to be asleep And I've grown tired of counting these sheep I had a dream I was drugged And when I finally woke up I went and blew up my TV 'Cause it's a hard up kinda life You're not allowed to get yourself a natural high Here's a pill to help you sleep, just give it some time Now you're addicted to this bullshit American dream And it's a hard up kind of life Begging the ashtray for nickels and dimes Writing these songs trying to wrap my mind Around a bullshit American dream

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true