Made in America - Toby Keith

Oh you can see me Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' around Runnin' around, runnin' around Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' around Runnin' around, runnin' around Never, never, never Never ever will I fold Oh you can see me Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' around Runnin' around, runnin' around Runnin' and runnin' and runnin' around Runnin' around, runnin' around Never, never, never Never ever will I fold Never, never, never, never Never ever will I fold

Started with a dollar and a dream Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team Sorta like Dre 'fore he met Jimmy Iovine I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean I said I started with a dollar and a dream Sorta Jordan when he won his first ring Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings* I had a dream last night, I was rich Porter Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter* Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter What if you drove by a playground and witness Michael Jordan taking off for his first dunk, bet you wish you had your camcorder * That's the type of shit I'm made of That's the type of shit I'm made of Fourteen carat gold Raekwon first album * Nothing but a G thing like when Dre met Calvin * That's the type of shit I'm made of That's the type of shit I'm made of Yeah, Yeah Ay, wherever Nas is in the world he gon' fuck with this Waddup, God Queensbridge just like Compton, dog In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y'all * Where them Angels at? (Singing) Sing it for me one more time (More singing) Well* I pretend to sniff this line I used to wanna be Eazy Then I realized it wasn't that easy I used to wish that I was 2Pac Then I realized that might get you shot Figured I just gonna be myself though Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though In this Impala, old school like some shell toes Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows That ain't the type of shit I'm made of Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys That ain't the type of shit I'm made of * I'm just trying to get my weight up Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up? When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka Is we up in the Bay bruh? * I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50 Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50

And He'll bring you out the, out the darkness Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America I told my mama I was on the come up She said, "You going to school, I'll give you a summer" Then she met No I.D. and gave me his number Ten years later she driving a Hummer Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy I guess I'm getting high off my own supply Downtown mixing fabrics tryna find the magic Started a little blog just to get some traffic Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic A million hits and the web crashes, damn! South Park had them all laughing Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin', uh Ignore the critics just to say we did it This ain't no fashion show motherfucker, we live it Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America I pledge allegiance to my grandma For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana Our apple pie was supplied through Arm and Hammer Straight out the kitchen, shh, don't wake Nana Built a republic that still stands I'm tryna lead a nation, to leave to my little man's Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up Yiayia? What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some agua No papa, bad Santa The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners I got my liberty chopping grams up Street justice, I pray God understand us I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers This is the Star Spangled Banner Sweet King Martin, sweet Queen Coretta Sweet Brother Malcolm, sweet Queen Betty Sweet Mother Mary, sweet Father Joseph Sweet Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Yes, we did Sweet baby Jesus (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Sweet baby Jesus (ooh) Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America Yes, we did

Ah, one, two, three, go Now lately I've been livin' in a world that's black and white Ever since you left, all the colors just drained out of my life And I been goin' through the motions I can feel myself slippin' away, slippin' away I keep thinkin' 'bout that summer, South Daytona Beach We never left the bed, no, we never got no sleep And I been lookin' back and thinkin' 'bout the way it was The way we were, we were reckless, so reckless When I was with you, baby, I was Superman Yeah, we were sky high, there was nothing better When I was with you, grabbin' that live wire Where we were Johnny and June in a ring of fire Now you're caught up in my head like a melody Of the sweetest summer song that we used to sing Ooh, when I was with you, when I was with you (when I was with you) On some starry summer nights, I still wonder where you are Are you still breakin' all the hearts of all the boys that play guitar? And just goin' through the motions of emotions It's slippin' away, slippin' away, mm But even with all that, girl, I'd still trade a few heartbeats For one more sleepless night tangled up between your sheets And I been lookin' back and thinkin' 'bout the way it was The way we were and those hundred mile an hour curves When I was with you, baby, I was Superman Yeah, we were sky high, there was nothing better When I was with you, grabbin' that live wire (live wire) Where we were Johnny and June in a ring of fire Now you're caught up in my head like a melody Of the sweetest summer song that we used to sing Ooh, when I was with you, when I was with you, oh When I was with you Oh, now you're caught up in my head like a melody Of the sweetest summer song that we used to sing Ooh, when I was with you, when I was with you Hey, hey, hey

So here you are now, nowhere to turn It's just the same old yesterday You made a promise to yourself That you were never gonna be this way And the only thing that you've ever known is to run So you keep on driving faster into the sun Cause everybody needs somebody sometimes Yeah, everybody needs somebody sometimes Don't have to find your own way out You've got a voice, let it be heard Just when it feels you're on a dead end road There's always somewhere left to turn So don't give up now You're so close to a brand new day Yes, you are And if you just can bear to be alone Then I'll stay Cause everybody needs somebody sometimes Yeah, everybody needs somebody sometimes Well, maybe I been too caught up to see What you've been going through and all that I can say is I'm here now Oooo, yeah And everybody needs somebody sometimes Yeah, everybody needs somebody sometimes Everybody needs somebody sometimes A little left to save Everybody needs somebody sometimes Gotta have someone beside you Gotta have someone beside you Yes, ya do, yes, ya do Everybody, everybody needs somebody sometimes

Thirty bucks would fill a tank up And leave change for some cheap snuff We'd be, six-deep in a '97 Jeep Wrangler, and I ain't gon' lie, ha Back then, we knew we were bad It didn't matter where the party was at Mapco, the old railroad track We'd get there slow and hope it all would last, forever Spring break tattoo, you knew better Like the man in the moon that age old sun-setter Makes the best shine and the world go 'round and 'round, forever So, let the good times roll and don't never Let your young grow old, these days around this podunk town You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home For now, forever Hmm, hmm (Hey) I still remember three dollar hill, a slick spot past the old mill We'd be, sittin' stuck in the super swamper, killer quick mud with some Marlboro Lights Waitin' on a old timer by the name of Joe For a, few bucks and some Old Crow, he'd tow Hell on the gears but good for the soul Lordy, lookin' back at them years You know I'd stay in that hole, forever Spring break tattoo, you knew better Like the man in the moon that age old sun-setter Makes the best shine and the world go 'round and 'round, forever So, let the good times roll and don't never Let your young grow old, these days around this podunk town You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home For now, forever (Hey, hey, woo, woo) Oh, don't let your young grow old Just let the good times roll These days around this podunk town You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home, oh yeah Oh, don't let your young grow old Just let the good times roll These days around this podunk town You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home For now, forever Spring break tattoo, you knew better Like the man in the moon that age old sun-setter Makes the best shine and the world go 'round and 'round, forever So, let the good times roll and don't never Let your young grow old, these days around this podunk town You'll think about 'em 'til the cows come home For now, forever (Oh, yeah, woo) Oh, you think about it You think about it Ooh, yes you will (Hey) Oh-oh Hmm-hmm Take it home, boys