Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My America, artist - The Lox. Date of issue: 27.08.2020
Song language: English
My America |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| You see my clothes don’t fit like they used to |
| My mama don’t call like she used to |
| I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be, yeah |
| Oh Lord, I’m tired (Crazy, yeah) |
| These streets got me wired, it’s crazy (Oh yeah) |
| Yeah |
| I said I woke up in a state of confusion |
| In the search for absolution |
| Palm grippin' the Absolute |
| It’s sad but true |
| Missed call from my kinfolk |
| Said my auntie ain’t make it |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| Can you send one up for me? |
| See my clothes don’t fit like they used to |
| My mama don’t call like she used to |
| I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be |
| See, oh Lord, I’m tired (Yeah) |
| These streets got me wired (Exhausted nigga) |
| Yeah |
| Them cold bodies fit up under them rugs |
| It’s a circus out this bitch, amazin' how we jugglin' drugs |
| Frontin' for hoes, the cards work good in them clubs |
| Shots go off, time to leave, nigga, lets breeze |
| Young bitch shot in the head think it came from the trees |
| In that direction, she layin' there with my complexion |
| To the death I’ma give my son protection |
| I’m tired though, he teachin' me some shit that I ain’t know |
| Shit get wrinkled, I show him exactly where the iron go |
| And they only stick around when you buzzin' |
| That’s the problem with The LOX |
| I remember one time when we wasn’t (D-Block) |
| I’m hip hop like the Juice crew |
| But my mama don’t call like she used to |
| Bunch of phony niggas, hard to see who’s who |
| Just parties you ain’t around when the bills due |
| All for the Gram, hope social media kills you nigga |
| Yeah, I said I woke up in a state of confusion |
| In the search for absolution |
| Palm grippin' the Absolute |
| It’s sad but true |
| Missed call from my kinfolk |
| Said my auntie ain’t make it |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| Can you send one up for me? |
| See my clothes don’t fit like they used to |
| My mama don’t call like she used to |
| I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be |
| See, oh Lord, I’m tired (Yes, I am) |
| These streets got me wired |
| Let’s go |
| Oh Lord, why I lose so much when I’m a winner? |
| Demons done got my soul, made me a sinner |
| Clothes don’t fit no more, I’m gettin' thinner |
| It could be the middle of summer, I’m feelin' winter |
| My heart gettin' colder than the freezer is |
| See my babygirl gone, but I need a kid |
| Why you think I take a shot and get weed again? |
| Only thing we got is God, gotta believe in him |
| Couple homies locked up, don’t know what freedom is |
| If the Lord come now, I gotta leave with him |
| Oh God, I’m tired, so lift the trauma up |
| Hold my son and my wife and call my mama up |
| I get high to not cry and frown a lot |
| I done cried enough tears to drown the block |
| All I know is keep faith in the man above |
| I feel pain so I spread the joy spread the love (Yeah) |
| I said I woke up in a state of confusion |
| In the search for absolution |
| Palm grippin' the Absolute |
| It’s sad but true |
| Missed call from my kinfolk |
| Said my auntie ain’t make it |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| Can you send one up for me? |
| See my clothes don’t fit like they used to (Na) |
| My mama don’t call like she used to (Ah na) |
| I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be |
| See, oh Lord, I’m tired (I'm tired Lord) |
| These streets got me wired (Real talk) |
| Uh, yeah, yo |
| I’m tired of hearin' about what I didn’t do |
| Yes, I am goin' home, 'cause I got shit to do |
| Things ain’t been all good, nah, but I’m gettin' through |
| I’m givin' you real talk, I ain’t bullshittin' you |
| Life is a bitch, you could tell her when you see her |
| I just want Josh and Jamere to meet Nia |
| Lord knows, I just want the air to be clear |
| When I think about it that’s the only time I shed a tear |
| Mama Love voice through the phone, I hear joy |
| Come and get a plate and say a prayer for the boy |
| Know that I don’t eat meat and I don’t care for the soy |
| Long as she ain’t in pain then I can’t get annoyed |
| We all need to repent |
| Really I’m just fatigued from the cement |
| My defense is always on prevent |
| There’s a reason a lot of people ain’t used to me |
| 'Cause I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be |
| Yeah |
| Said I woke up in a state of confusion |
| In the search for absolution |
| Palm grippin' the Absolute |
| It’s sad but true |
| Missed call from my kinfolk |
| Said my auntie ain’t make it |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| Can you send one up for me? |
| See my clothes don’t fit like they used to |
| My mama don’t call like she used to |
| I’m a shadow of the person that I used to be |
| See, oh Lord, I’m tired |
| These streets got me wired |
| I said I woke up in a state of confusion |
| In the search for absolution |
| Palm grippin' the absolute |
| It’s sad but true |
| Missed call from my kinfolk |
| Said my auntie ain’t make it |
| Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement |
| Oh goddam, I’m down on my luck |
| Could you send one up for me? |