[Intro]
I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused
These motherf**ers don't know, I'm the motherf**in golden child
...Uh-huh~!
[Action Bronson]
Anywhere I go, you know you goin with me
Bobby and Whitney, without the sniffin
Dog, your b**h look like Eddie Griffin
I'm three wheelin, keep the Chevy tippin
Big-bearded Buddha bangin b**hes in Bermuda
Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga
Back alley shooter, black Balley booter
Catch me jumpin out the plane like a black puma
Stoned, pump Depeche Mode
Man, all I see is red snow, left my man
with a headstone on Edgecombe
He was goin for the glory and the end zone
Just another sob story cause the pen's cold
Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho
Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle, mink sweatsuit
Stab your father while he's pissin in the men's room
[Chorus: Party Supplies]
Only in America!
Just can't seem to get you off of my mind
Only in America!
All that seems we're goin nowhere
Only in America!
And I just can't seem to get you off my mind
The best things in life are free!
All that seems we're goin nowhere
All that seems we're goin nowhere
All that seems we're goin nowhere
Goin nowhere, nowhere
[Action Bronson]
NYC, what the f** is goin on?
These motherf**ers won't play my song
They sayin that we soft, they sayin that we fell off
They sayin that these other f**ers better than us, you gotta be kiddin
A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin
You tie your hair in a bun, and shirt in a knot
You got the urge to s** the co*k, of Serge Ibaka
Pictures of naked rappers hangin in your locker
You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk
Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin up
And I've been all around the world twistin dykes and purp
sh**~! Light the earth, man...
[Chorus]