Old School Testo

Old School
What happened to America?
That's the million dollar question
Preacher teach a million dollars is a blessin'
But Jesus taught a different lesson
No wonder, I feel pulled in two different directions
I'm from America
Home of the red, white and blue
Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you
Yeah, boy, I'm from America Home of the Cadillac coupes
And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops
Y'on't hear me, from America
Land of the free, home of the brave
Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God
Best thing they ever taught me, in school
What happened to America?
'Cause, if them red letters true
Lord, forgive us, we on't know what we do
Who I'm kiddin'? Who I'm kiddin', huh?
I know them red letters true
So, I pray you spare the red, white and blue
I on't mean to be preachy, but somebody gotta do it
Ain't gotta sell your soul to make it, Father, help me prove it
And please excuse my lyrics, you know, I'm a work in progress
Promise, I'll quit cussin', once I graduate from college
I study the Bible, like I'm studyin' for finals
We in the final days, tryin' to make it through these trials Lines are being blurred, guys are bein' girls
This America? I'm sayin', bruh, 'cause, lately I ain't sure
Y'on't hear me
I'm from America
Home of the red, white and blue
Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you
Yeah, boy, I'm from America
Home of the Cadillac coupes
And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops
Y'on't hear me, from America
Land of the free, home of the brave
Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God
Best thing they ever taught me, in school
What happened to America?
That question got me losin' sleep
My songs are really prayers, I'm just usin' beats
Two fingers in the air, if you're cool with peace
Leave the middle one up there, if you're not, capisci?
'Cause, if them red letter's true
Lord forgive us, we 'on't know what we do
Who I'm kiddin', who I'm kiddin', huh?
'Cause lately, wish somebody would
Resurrect my UGk days, with diamonds on that wood
Back when I was up to no good, ridin' 'round in yo' hood
Point guard these haters, yeah, I hit 'em boys with no looks
Vogues look mean, got that chrome sittin' between
Cadillac Eldorado, damn right, that shit clean
Damn right, we getting green, this the American dream
Been to New York, been to LA, every city in between
And my heart reflect Chicago, like a picture of The Bean
And you know, we gotta lean, when we pull up on the scene
To the Friday night car show, Saturday barbecues
Usually see a fight or two, been even known to start a few
Sunday mornin' church, Sunday afternoon, pigskin
Monday, back to the grind, Friday, do it all, again
I'm from America
Home of the red, white and blue
Blue collar, gettin' bread, like you
Yeah, boy, I'm from America
Home of the Cadillac coupes
And the muscle cars, with the hood scoops
Y'on't hear me, from America
Land of the free, home of the brave
Every day, man, I'm prayin' for our troops
I'm from America
One nation under God
Best thing they ever taught me, in school
What happened to America?