Talk with your stupid tongue Are you scared you might be someone? Tell me what's on your mind I'll tell you what's on mine Move like the way you move (like the way you move) Do like the way you do (like the way you do) See like your eyes were free Who you wanna be? Who you wanna...? 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're I think that you're fresher than fresh 150K, I'll invest Some pretty diamonds up on your neck Your neck, your neck, your neck You like me 'cause you like the feeling I like you for obvious reasons Let's pick it apart, then put it back together Better than ever I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy 'Cause I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy Crazy for you, yeah, yeah Oh-whoa, whoa-oh Crazy for you Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy I think that you're Miss America Causing teenage hysteria Oh, you got me, oh-oh, you got me going crazy Crazy for you, yeah Crazy for you

This is a public service announcement Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records "And so my fellow Americans Ask not what your country can do for you Ask what you can do for your country" Excuse me Load the clip in the chopper, flip the script and get Oscars All my niggas is mobsters, all my bitches is doctors Cole World, this just the tip of the iceberg So talk shit and taste the tip of the Mossberg Don't trip nigga, they just words Though my words tend to sound like Proverbs Niggas don't see the preachers 'til we dead in the hearse Granny broke cause she always givin' bread to the Church Now pastor Mason Betha in a Lambo And little niggas holdin' desert eagles like they Rambo Bumpin' my shit, always wondered why they fuck with my shit I hope it's 'bout the knowledge, not about who's suckin' my dick But oh well, I'm gon' sell like I had no bail For my chain and my piece I should've won Nobel Ill, boy you cold nigga, yeah I know nigga Only young nigga do it better than the old niggas Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge Miss America, petty thoughts Miss America, petty thoughts Miss America, petty thoughts Just to floss pay any and every cost Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out Am I about dollars or about change? Am I about knowledge or about brains? Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain Blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers He played the corner like Revis he should've had better defense That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin' Niggas'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets Rap game changed, this is embarrassing shit Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit, moving careless as shit In a city where niggas really don't care who they hit Who the fuck was I? Just a young little nigga tryin' to see the other side Of the railroad tracks, where them scarecrows at No brains on a nigga but they'll air your back Fuck the man, Uncle Sam I won't sell your crack I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat I'ma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft I'ma fuck your daughters, I'mma burn your flag Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch Overcomin' the circumstances we hella rich Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge Green dollars splurged all on embellishments My fellowship paid, don't need to cop my fellas shit Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge Miss America, petty thoughts Miss America, petty thoughts Miss America, petty thoughts Just to floss pay any and every cost Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out Am I about dollars or about change? Am I about knowledge or about brains? Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain They don't feel my pain They'll never feel my pain And they'll never play this shit on the radio

Did someone, give you something, to help you ease the pain? Like the liquor, in the bottle, we watched you slip away. And I feel as if I know you, through the bars of a song. Always surrounded but alone. But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America. We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America. And as you fall apart, we just call it art. Was it so hard to breathe? Was the picture in the paper, not the face you recognize? Did the makeup, never make up, for the pain behind your eyes? Cause I feel as if I know you when you're on my silver screen. But I don't know the dark places that you've been. But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America. We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America. And as you fall apart, we just call it art. Was it so hard to breathe? Does another voice sing in Heaven's choir tonight? To fill the silence left behind? And I don't know what goes on in your mind. But I'm sure it's enough to make my cry. Someday we'll find, you live forever. But no goodbyes, you'll always be Miss America. We watched you fly, but nothing's free Miss America. And as you fall apart, we just call it art. Was it so hard to breathe?