CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : My America

Malt liquor and syringes on the pavement
Oh goddamn, 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 likе they used to
My mama don't call like shе 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 n***a)