Dictator's Son

Born in a far-off land A nation of heat and sand A father who ruled by force A mother who said, of course A nation of fearful men And women afraid of them But learning the family trade My interest began to fade I'm a dictator's son Born with a silver gun In a country that's half insane In a country that's banned the rain He kept his eye on me Knew I had plans to flee Strangely today it rained I hopped a midnight plane Fasten your seatbelts We soon will land At LAX hope to see you again Fasten your seatbelts We soon will land At LAX hope to see you again Fasten your seatbelts We soon will land At LAX hope to see you again Somewhat reluctantly I tell her sit down with me We order drinks and wait Small talk it's getting late One thing you ought to know Before we up and go Hope it don't spoil the fun But I'm a dictator's son I'm into sixties soul Nat King Cole Harris Tweed Bundesliga I'm into wings and dip Girls who strip Diesel flicks Party Mix I'm into Hugo Boss Dental floss Party cruise Jordan shoes I'm into Instagram Bands who jam Coed knees BLT's This is how we roll, a dictator's son This is how we roll, a dictator's son This is how we roll a dictator's son This is how we roll, a dictator's son Someday I'll return with a rebel force Overturn my father and change the course Of history for all of my countrymen But I cannot tell you exactly when 'Cause this is how we roll a dictator's son This is how we roll, a dictator's son This is how we roll, a dictator's son This is how we roll, a dictator's son Someday I'll return with a rebel force Overturn my father and change the course Of history for all of my countrymen But I cannot tell you exactly when I'm a dictator's son I'm a dictator's son