Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Americana , by - Ruslan. Song from the album Americana, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.09.2016
Record label: Kings Dream
Song language: English
Americana |
| 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 passive 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 artisan |
| 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 |