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Yes America

cars on the new jersey turnpike They've all come to look for america All come to look for america All come to look for america

'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America

'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike They've all come to look for America All come to look for America

't think about the thrills That pass away She's an all American girl An all American girl And she will live and die in this man's world An all American

still doing rap like the 1990's but that's how we like it off timed and grimey I know where I'm from and I told ya before North of America hard to ignore

to keep 'em quiet With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride When we touchdown Welcome to the Midwest, yes Where them Detroit players

And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind And when I got to America, I say it blew my mind The Apollo Theater on a 125th street, the place was

car and walked with awe-filled reverence Toward that glorious, huge, majestic sphere I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer intensity I had to pop myself a beer Yes