Anthony Cruz - Americana lyrics

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Anthony Cruz - Americana lyrics

This is my Americana My version of honour, the feeling of you and the sonogram of your first offspring The offering of a man that's tired of being a genre My marriage, it won't keep me high but in order But to arrive as one routed 'cuz the son who rolled up The sedative is a downer Let it live, Dalai Lama The medicine is alterative like Russians in a sauna My Americana, preventative to the drowner, put on this life jacket and beat them with the drama Be done with the commas, ever made a point but appointments are for trauma These aren't political statements, the venom is ancient The serpents jaw drops on the pavement So I don't have a soft spot for active pa**ive off top and then trying to brush over it like old men with their bald spots So look, I got to hustle 8 to 4, they prolly think the first 4 to 8 of these bars are really just metaphors about getting stoned and wasted and playing with confetti more I'm so cold with these raps I might as well be running a Yeti store Oh you liked that, well there's plenty more, [?] And any rapper can get it like any order I'm the man of the house and they like Betty Ford, and I ain't got no time to be distracted and go on exploring So what is the origin of oral sin I'm redeeming the time and getting to know the soul within It's all a process I need to be constant Only so many options To roll again I'm home again I'm in my zone again Still believing the best is yet to come, I guess I got to roll up thin, outside not houseless My money where my mouth is You been out with it 'cuz you were really about this I said it My Americana My Americana, uh This is my Americana My Americana My Americana, my version of the American dream, don't believe what I hear, and only half of what I see That's the spectacular sceptic in me Living Vacula will only change if Dracula decides to empty it, envy running through veins of conceit, I'm dead lost Blood that was shed makes me look up to a red cross That's my oxygen, they keep mocking Him But no one wants to walk a mile in those moccasins I'm on and off again I'm compromised, I'm confident the realer me is dominant over any façade that is offered when defence mechanisms go off again You're gonna have to pardon him I can't help that in my heart our hearts are still [?] I can't help that when it comes down to it, I get the job done I can't help that I believe the only way to God is through God's Son I can't help it if I lose some cool points of view points, I'm cool with it, the new joint I'm fooling with is true joy, ha My Americana My Americana My Americana, uh This is my Americana My Americana This is my Americana