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You told us we hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness Young, black, wild and free Naked on a limousine (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Riding through the hood real slow I love it when we smell the trees (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) I just wanna party hard Sex in the swimming pool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) I don't need a lof of cash I just wanna break the rules (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) We don't need another ruler All of my friends are kings (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm not American's nightmare I'm the American dream (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Just let me live my life I want a crazy, classic, life I want a crazy, classic, life So if the world should end tonight I had a crazy, classic, life Letras de canciones I don't need a diamond ring I don't wanna waste my youth I don't wanna live on my knees I just have to tell the truth, baby I don't wanna be left out I don't wanna cheat on you I just wanna find the guy And I hope he loves me too We don't need another ruler We don't need another fool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) I'm not American's nightmare I'm the American cool (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh) Just let me live my life I want a crazy, classic, life I want a crazy, classic, life So if the world should end tonight I had a crazy, classic, life I want a crazy, classic, life I want a crazy, classic, life So if the world should end tonight I had a crazy, classic, life Crazy, classic, life Handcuffed in a bando White boy in his sandals Police like a Rambo Blow it out, blow it out like a candle, Sambo Me and you was friends, but to them, we the opposite The same mistake, I'm in jail, you on top of shit You living life while I'm walking around moppin' shit Tech kid, backpack, no, you a college kid All I wanted was to break the rules like you All I wanted was someone to love me too But no matter where it was I always stood out Black Waldo dancing with the thick brows We was both running naked at the luau We was both on shrooms praying face down, waist down Remember when they told you I was too black for ya? And now my black poppin' like a bra-strap on ya I was kicked out, said I'm too loud Kicked out, said I'm too proud But all I really ever felt was stressed out Kinda like my afro when it's pressed out From Letras Mania