Trouble in America White Lies

[Verse 1]
My body, my clothes
It's a kosher, a fix
This is God-fearing money, yeah
This is God-fearing money and mine's just throwin' bout in the air
I'm dipping my toes and not a second late
I fly a heart full of honey, yeah
This is God-fearing country
So I can be a God if I dare

[Pre-Chorus]
Don't, don't
Come any closer, now I'm gold, gold
I never meant you to know
But now they've got a thousand cops in the air

[Chorus]
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me
My old man's making trouble in America
Oh Lord, take the weight off me

[Verse 2]
My knowledge, my coulds, your eternal bliss
Be a star in my yearning, yeah
You're a star
Could you hurt any man to make a fall of our dead?
My readers' long notes
All a vision within to me for the hungry bears
It's survival for the lucky
And chips for all you watching down there