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You wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille? Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American My beats are so irrelevant Big train energy Opioids and a sea of felonies Paper thin plasticine Covering individuality Pose for the Polaroid And prove you're not broken, token boy Your token has lost its voice You're picking up what's left Of fashionable dregs like You wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille? Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American My beats are so irrelevant Pimped out everything Boys and girls idolizing beauty queens Pigment, shades of green Skin tone blending into fantasies Pose for the Polaroid And prove you're not broken, token boy Your token has lost its voice You're picking up what's left Of fashionable dregs like You wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille? Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American My beats are so irrelevant I blame this awful aim for fame From my sister's complex It's a twisted vault, an abysmal sport For material objects Your friends that you confide in Are they loyal? Are they bonafide? And do they keep you smilin' Or would they hang you out for dryin'? 'Cause you wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American My beats are so irrelevant (Baby) You wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille? (And a gold grille) Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American (They're so American) My beats are so irrelevant You wanna get a big house A good girl, and a gold grille? Faking doesn't make you real Your dreams are so American My beats are so irrelevant