Bmob - Home of the Greed Lyrics

Growed up fckd up so what what what
Know I come from America
Home of the greed land of the snake
No love for peace
No one is safe
In the United States of America

Home of the greed agony feins tragedy means masterpiece million dollar athlete
Dream strategy jeans and the khakis and the genes of the immigrants
America where they target your needs and distribute it
Only color we can see is green the significance is infinite imagine
We breathe in the same air inhaled by the Indians
Imagine them bleeding in the streets of Virginia
Weapons made the battle wounds settled on what no is known as Pennsylvania Avenue
Ain't no way to demonstrate the magnitude
Love is something magical but we as men distracted by the fattest ass and acting cool
Getting p**** right of passage
Hyperactive
Smoking dutchies after school fighting practice
Wake up in the afternoon like what happened
Mama doesn't like what happened to her only son
Might have had a brighter future if they never made him take them writing classes

Growed up fckd up so what what what
Know I come from America
Home of the greed land of the snake
No love for peace
No one is safe
In the United States of America

Home of the greed agony feins tragedy means masterpiece million dollar athlete
Dream