American Dream

I'll be honest, I don't trust y'all
Y'all too wack, I could dust y'all
I'm like Shaq, I could bust y'all
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Everybody say I'm a must saw
Must see, that I'm dusty
And I'm grubby, but they love me
Like I'm hubby
It's so outlandish
Used to hate now they fanning
Tutelage in my talent
You know, I'm used to feeling this panic
I got the devil coming in branding
Some days I wish that I could just vanish, poof
It's been indicated I'm flawed
I drink a little too much sauce, ay
I stare a bit up at the cross
I don't know man, I don't know

Listen, I wanna believe
I wanna do good to the people I meet
I wanna look closely at those in the crease
The underbelly of the American Dream
I wanna believe
I wanna do good to the people I meet
I wanna look closely at those in the crease
The underbelly of the American Dream

Fuck yo couch, I'ma mud that up
Rick James stoned, I messed it up
Do you stress enough
Do you get rest enough
Does it kinda feel like they get the best of us
I'm itching
I'm getting sick of these bitches
I'm tired now, but I'm different
She crying out like she miss this
And she kiss this
I don't wanna drift no more
I don't wanna lose myself in space
My god, my Grace
You good, I'm great
Cool, sorry I'm late
Sorry I'm baked
I'm still the best in the city
Don't act like you ain't fucking know I'm the shit
They told me no weapon shall prosper against me
I'm holding a knife in my grip, ay

I wanna believe
I wanna do good to the people I meet
I wanna look closely at those in the crease
The underbelly of the American Dream
I wanna believe
I wanna do good to the people I meet
I wanna look closely at those in the crease
The underbelly of the American Dream



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Stap
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