All American Boys

Pull up the car, I'll throw the cash in back
Days move fast, going back to back
Always on the road, all we had was that
Didn't have a clue what's coming after that
But don't change on me
Promise that we'll always be the same homies
Come back to the hood and drop game on me
Things change
Now that watch and new ring on me
No young, all American boys
Running around stealing American joy
Learning how to plot with American ploys
Young fun dumb, raw American boys

I love roses, swipe cards, they all in the yard
It's so far, that so hard, it's really goyard
We're to young to hold hearts, we tear them apart
It's my bad, it's think fast, a shot in the dark
Young cold niggas, avalanches
Coming down plums, hitting all the branches
Get it by any means, fuck the circumstances
Quick to bust guns, have them all prancing
Had to sit the block, try to figure it out
Bringing out the maps to configure the route
Hit up all the south, reconfigured the drought
My how things change, now we figured it out

Pull up the car, I'll throw the cash in back
Days move fast, going back to back
Always on a road, all we had was that
Didn't have a clue what's coming after that
But don't change on me, promise that we'll always be the same homies
Come back to the hood and drop game on me
Things change
Now that watch and new ring on me
No young, all American boys
Running around stealing American joy
Learning how to plot with American ploys
Young fun dumb, raw American boys

Fettuccine cheese, I don't mean to be needy
Garlic bread, please, I don't mean to be greedy
You gone have to go off to vaca, to see me
My humble la bode, in more peace then treaty
Looking in the mirror, I'm so gorgeous, Gigi
Such a hype beast, shall I say Supreme me
Shopping putting Mario cart get Luigi.
Next to the water, the drip splashing Fiji



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Dunn
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