الأغاني:
Dead Country Other

I let my fingers rest on her With greater pain and lesser worth Try to keep these saints at bay As I'm wandering this desolate earth So follow me around

compitence before i get another bitch cause i be on some other shit higher than a mother ship louie in my 7 trae gucci in my other shit gucci pass the other

'? Laying it down with grace and power Long about the midnight hour I heard the people all singing Like they'd never sung before All over the country

shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country's got, there shouldn't be nobody homeless How can the president fix other problems when

And within his young heart The seed of revolution sewn In cloth humbly worn While others are adorned And he grew into a man Not like any other Just like any other

nights, dark days For every person without a voice that got something they need to say Yeah, it's true, I also do get praise from the other side of

hungry That's enough to send a man over the edge humpty And if it ain't me against the world Then I feel like I'm going against this whole country Nobody

go "Woof" He ain't dead, what pledge There's a stank up in the Bush Or a stank up in the White House Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props Here

city hood or you're just country bammer When, afraid our records would hit the top ten But they're illin with the shillings makin sum dead yen scorn Born