Lyrics:
Your're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night
Fantisizin' the American dream
You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself conviced
That
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
the cream
The American Dream, I live it too freely
These bunnies badder than Bridgeton
But I don't see 'em just see a regular citizen
Thought I had a Lucy,
know what it is time will hold, So, I'm ridin out here tonight, watching her go, my
Midwestern pearl
All American girl
And that that heartland dream
(One, two, one, two, three)
Pouring snow and six degrees, American cowboy on his knees
Speak your lies so easily, like you had done so recently
You
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
I be on Man-time
Uh
Homie got killed by the nigga his gun jammed on
Either that’s karma or he really must’ve planned wrong
One day my daughter gon
chiefin on that lime green
The fact of the matter you
Can't fuck with my team
American nightmare Freddy Krueger
To your dreams
Don't' stand on me cuz I'm
a part of someone else's
Follow your dreams no matter
What people may say
They gon' talk, they gon' front
They gon' hate
At the end of the day it's
Totally drained
Now I'm impatient
Will there be a day when I'm cashing
Agya ma br3 ooo
Father redeem me
You're the refuge that man has been seeking
Nyame
me breathe
American Slavery
"Do not quit": what they tell me
One day, I'll get what I need
Run it up
Like Forrest Gump
Fuck it up
Like Donald Trump
tired of singing hymns
Man ain't nobody listening
I gotta make my own way
Walked for days through the desert
For the American way
Yet when I make it here
You know the whole nine get
You impaled or clotheslined
By cloaked hittaz from jail got
Nails with Beau’s line
It’s a slow grind from off the
Vine
He was born diseased with a twisted mind
His hands his feet his elbows tied
Sleeps by the day and in the night he crys
The bastard son
secretary
By 1963 Jackie had lost 3 children
So she was not a stranger to sorrow
But the pain that she endured
She could have never prepared for
She held him
a little push to their dreams you will be the one to be proud when that happen
It's sad to see when I walk around the downtown
Kids are being fool by
american
Lady Muerte on my leftie
Tatted like a mexican
I been a G and been about it since like zero three
Trapping and ducking digger bitches
Like
as new dick arrives they lose their fuckin’ mind,
Throw away all their dreams because they blind,
By stupid emotions from inside,
I know that I am a little
Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down
Under the starry skies of an American night
With dreams rushing by flashing shadows of light
All the summer fun, color portraits around
Faces
Been through a lot since the day you were born
But every pretty rose always come with thorns
You a superstar
Can't deny that at all by the way you
the same place
Where Arnold and Willis used to cause grief
In the same place
Where our early inspirations and dreams
Came about back in the day
As we saluted
Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it where she fit in
On that american dream mission paid tuition
For
By all means makes niggas buy cream from us
Triple beam dreams is a motherfuckin' must
We slide through in a tough, black Expedition truck
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