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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Vocals
David Cabrera
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Jermaine Preyan
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Soul II Soul
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Nellee Hooper
Songwriter
Simon Law
Songwriter
Trevor Beresford Romeo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cool & Dre
Producer
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
Recording Engineer
Daniel Arrondo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Patrick Joint
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Bohl
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Andy Rodriguez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Uh, my mind's filled with mine fields
The ashes fall, the wine spills
The world stops, drops and rolls
It's Judgment Day or a fire drill
Yea, I pour out my heart, have a drink
They say the drunk never lie, they ain't never lyin yea
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of kill em all and let em die
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
The end of time is like a hour away
Damn, military minded, lost and can't find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
Cause I live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
If there's food for thought then I'm guilty of greed
Mama said take what you want – I took heed yea
My little breed, yea, back to life, back to reality
Been eating my girl and she's so sweet, got cavities
Granted we do it for vanity not humanity
But what's appealing to me is under banana trees, love
I go so hard, I tried to pay homage but I was overcharged
Ain't that a bitch? I'm just a nut tryna bust a nut in the nut shel
Used to say fuck the police, now I say fuck jail
Same shit, different air freshner
I don't play boy, I ain't Hugh Hefner
Tryna be a step ahead, but a few feet behind
Two fingers to my head, pop! Peace of mind
I be in the cloud, cloud number 9
And I just fucked the clock and let it come to time
It's a cold world, I put on a mink
There's a chain of commands, I'm the missing link
God bless Amerika
This so godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
The police are looking for me, I'mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin em
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Nellee Hooper, Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Simon Law, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Trevor Berrisford Romeo, Caron Melina Wheeler
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