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America High In The City

Now I'm high in the city Feel the evening air The crowds in the city Compete for a share It's all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I

Now I'm high in the city Feel the evening air The crowds in the city Compete for a share It's all so busy, a complete affair Down here... As I

whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers for terror made in america too live fuck the property or give me my props properly high off life this high technology

center in America? Peter Aprogy, a yellow man Who was the founder of the city of Chicago in 1772? Jean Baptiste, a black man Who was one of the organizers of the American

or sell street rocks I still be callin collect to Trae to say, come bail me out This crooked-ass America, I swear they got some game Every city I

me But it's important everybody hear me As I tell you about the unwanted man Who got blunted and took what he can And he ran from city to city, town

ten high The dummy failed the crash test Collecting unemployment checks Like a flunkie along for a ride Where have all the riots gone As your city's

in America, I was brought up on the street My old man's independence seemed good enough for me I was made in America, made in America Never cared much

win kid This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son Rolling down hill and the year has just begun I see America