Donald J Trump

He turns the ignition he gives it gas it goes so fast So goddamned fast he give it more gas and more gas and more it passes families it honks its horn He trying to keep from getting bored from thinking about things Like hope and dreams He’s on a mission from god get rich or die tryin Give it more gas soon you’re flyin what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong a botox smile is slipping down her chin again papa’s got a brand new bag of herion The evening news is on and on and nothing’s wrong But i’ve got this song stuck in my brain The notes and words they cause me pain I take my pills and wait and wait for the magic what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong I read the news today oh boy oh boy In mind I’m a slave to every vicious joy I’ve got my cross I guess I’ll try to bear it I’d rather burn the whole thing down than be forced to share it you tell me I’m an autumn. well it’s time for harvest baby I think you would be a summer but this global warming is crazy I’ve got a spring in my step...yeah you best get with it cause the heat’s on its way and you don’t want to miss it. what the hell is wrong with the world what the hell is wrong with the world what the hell is wrong with the world what the hell is wrong what?