Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Vine
Vocals
Aaron Zuckerman
Programming
JP Clark
Background Vocals
Timothy Sommers
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Vine
Songwriter
Aaron Zuckerman
Songwriter
JP Clark
Songwriter
Jeremy Dussolliet
Songwriter
Timothy Sommers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Zuckerman
Producer
Ted Jansen
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
One Love
Producer
Texty
Why go to Paris for the summer? America is better
Apparently there's gold in the street
I don't care who's over there, if I see you and you're starin'
And your team will catch a fist through the teeth
Yeah, it's all wrong
You're tellin' me it's so wrong
To play ball in somebody else's yard
I found God outside of a gun range
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I
Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American drеam but it's kind of a nightmare
(American dream but it's kind of a nightmarе)
The American dream is a foreign car
You can only afford with a credit card
The American team is a superstar
That you see on screen on a boulevard
Shit, maybe I'm sick
Pass me the bottle, I'm pleading the fifth
Callin' my ex so she know I exist
When we argue for hours and call me a dick
Click, I'll have a quarter like prices for oil on ice but that shit doesn't mix
Fix, all of my problems, I go to the doctor, they tell me that I need a script
It's all wrong
You're tellin' me it's so wrong
To play ball in somebody else's yard
I found God outside of a gun range
She looked me in the eye and she asked me for change
And if I
Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American dream but it's kind of a nightmare
It's all wrong
Maybe we're too far gone
To press pause on all the redemption songs
I found God and she called me a saint
She said, "The good die young but for you it's too late"
And if I
Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American dream but it's kind of a nightmare (and if I)
Had a dollar for every time I didn't care
I could finally die a millionnaire
Wanna play but I don't wanna fight fair
American dream but it's kind of a nightmare
Writer(s): Timothy Paul Sommers, Jeremy Dussolliet, Aaron Zuckerman, Bryce Vine, John Clark
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