Woe Whoa America Lyrics - Singles - Damir

I can't get a job you see 

Is there something wrong with me? 

Who said life is fair 

I don't wanna be on welfare 

I'm contemplating live or die 

Push or pull do or die 

Knock knock trick or treat 

Dirty deeds and thunder cheap 

I wanna make money now 

Minimum wage wow 

I could do something illegal 

I could work under the table 

I got student loans you see 

I'm 40 years old I be 

I could join the army military 

Navy cub scouts brain wash me 

I saw the new stamp you created 

With the native dream catcher you painted 

You're just an entrepreneur too 

I'm making big money now 

Minimum wage wow 

I could climb the corporate ladder 

And embezzle every dollar 

I still walk the streets eh 

Cause I wear a suit and tie yeah 

You give me so much love 

Cause I wear stars and stripes 

So I could sit still and think 

About my four years time 

Not in jail you see 

It was University 

To get a piece of paper for me 

So you could brainwash me 

I like America beer that rocks 

You buy the next round of shots 

1st Edition American Slang 

F## the world 

Do your own thing 

Then goes the bang 

I'm not a beggar I got my pride 

I'm a go getter I'm gonna get what's mine 

You got me thinking what's the matter 

I learnt a lot and now my brain is a scatter 

I cants stop now my school just robber me 

Mother#### did it in front of me 

Wasted years the time I spent 

Studying those books that didn?t help 

I took notes and read the abstracts 

Its my turn my turn to back stab 

The wall is back its time to a wall 

The truth is now and not on paper 

I read about poverty shit 

It was about me f## damn 

Read in-between the lines 

School is just a bullshit con 

My brain is full of words unwanted 

I passed the classes still no jobess 

When in doubt choose F the answer 

Cause f## all is what you get 

Call me a trader so why don?t you oust me 

Put it in the books that I hung me 

Took pills and I shot me 

O.D. (Overdosed) on knowledge, now that?s more like me 

Student turned bad now im a killer 

Friends of SATAN and of HITLER 

Flip the page and see my picture 

Title reads im D.O.A. (dead on arrival) 

Get a ghostwriter rip out the chapter 

Reprint the book and burn the master 

Words are weapons I gotta say 

Hate the kid who knows your way 

My edition American Slang 

F## the world 

Do your own thing 

Then goes the bang