Lyrics:
I'm waking up from my fucking dreams
Downtown cruising with my baby
She a pretty little liar shawty back stabbed me
She told me that she loved me now
don't feel like have a place
At the end of the table with a empty plate
Where my piece of the American Dream
With all of these opportunities there
of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli', I'll marry her, yeah
I was havin' a dream
I was whippin' a Rolls Royce
And I bought
up your nose
In suburbia, living the American dream
In suburbia, it ain't exactly what it seems
On his eighteenth birthday he was out on the streets
now
Nah really you's a pronoun
No sleep from the side effects
Someone turn it up! So we can burn it down
Got dream life on the beat I got blue dream up
Forget the babies waking up off of the plantation
Damn!
So there you have it
A few different perspectives to reinforce the notion that you are not
Radio killa
Big snoop d o dub
The American dream
Ayo nephew
Come up off them kids
Sing a lil' something for the ladies
Let em know how we
An that good ol' American Dream
An
Now they circle one another
Armed with the lives from their past
An
They fight to the death for their lies
'Til the bad
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
High Wycombe, England, grew up and died in Buckinghamshire, England by miraculous assumption C. AD14/17 where he is known as Infant at the age recorded
this scum on your chest? did that little rubber mammy 'do something' on you?
Thing-fish: (alarmed)
Ob'dewlla! you lil' vagrant! what you been up to wit
you say
You say
You say
Intruder intruder
They smuggling the buddha
They takin yo jobs by
Pickin yo food up
They takin your scraps and
They leaving you
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
chasing this dream
I'll never let it go
But I'm no longer a child
No more does time go by slow
I've done my best to keep outta trouble
Then I grew stubble
roughed up
Beat up by them clowns
What's next
Check my intellect, my appearance make you sweat
Wondering if I'm packing a Tex , ready to jet from the set
of the most significant messages
Given to us from God
Who am I?
(Picture perfect, yeah, American dream)
Who am I? (London, Paris, took a random bean)
Who am I?
Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before Americans came
He serves the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees
down
My palms out
What’s up now doubt us
I've been slowly off doesn’t stop its bout time i woke up
I come from a dream
Waking up late in the day everyday
entered this country through the bottom of the united states and straight set up shop. As Arthur McDuffie was being beat to death by four white cops this
the USA
We were brought up by the media and TV
But they already had an American culture
It's a shame
We were brought up looking to the USA
It's a shame,
tonight
Chilling by the fire's side, and all warmed up
Waking up early Christmas morning, unwrapping gifts and spreading love
While it's snowing out,
With roots from Jordan and Armenia- I am American
With the name عيسى مشربش Wait a second
Although that doesn't sound American
I am pleased to say
the American Dream
Slide a few dollars in the slot machine
And pray tonight's the night them sevens line up
Less money than time to kill
The doctor can't fix
thing through?
I, I'm waking from a nightmare and looking for a dream
I, I'm saying it out loud, saying exactly what I mean
You thought you'd won by
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