Listen to American Nightmare by Belly

American Nightmare

Belly

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Songwriter
Nick Lamb
Nick Lamb
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
Nick Lamb
Nick Lamb
Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What we've seen here today has been absolutely disgusting For the first time, we are watching a war happening somewhere Thats featured a part of you and me Blue eyes, blonde hair Hitboy! I'm Donnie Darko I'm drunk Swerved down a dark road How fast can the car go With a trunk full of cargo I pull up from Barstow I call up Carlo he call up Marco back to drugs got a barcode man this shit that make my heart cold Pull up I'm making a drop off She mad that I'm making a stop off I'm in the drop getting topped off She never wanna get dropped off I put the molly on her tongue She said it burned her like hot sauce Been letting them shots off Now they taping your block off Give a fuck how you feel You ain't real you a knockoff Even ya own bitch Know that you all on my dick Hop off 5 mill for the Cali crib Middle finger to my old neighbors I put out a album called immigrant I'm in a country with no papers Said if there's smoke I'll be right there All of my dogs don't fight fair I'm the Arabian dream hoe I'm the American nightmare They left me to die in the darkness I was ahead by light years I'm the Arabian dream hoe I'm the American nightmare Shut the fuck up let me ride in silence With a whole magazine hoe I subscribe to violence She stacking up money yeah but she racking up mileage She payin' for collagen but she won't pay for college I ain't no Nostradamus he thinkin' he God I'm a goddess All of these modern Madonnas is looking like each other I promise She asking for Birkins but really she twerkin' for dollas I ain't judging I'm just being honest Said if there's smoke I'll be right there All of my dogs don't fight fair I am the Arab dream hoe I'm the American nightmare They left me to die in the darkness I was ahead by light years I'm the Arabian dream hoe I'm the American nightmare Yeah I've reached the top then I free fall Dog, my life like a seesaw They really thought I would fade away fuck 'em all Imma ball to the league call bitch you a hater by default got a heart full of sea salt I'd die for the shit that I'm living for Lord, my life like a metaphor Every day I wake up and the world different dark addictions really had my nerves twitching had my mama crying and my girl tripping quit the pill popping and the syrup sippin' fuck it I took some L's but losing yourself is the worst sickness Jealousy n' envy the worst mixture enemies acting like family Feel like the devil in church with you Gotta pray, man this shit is the real deal I married the game but the wedding just ended up looking like Kill Bill I hold no ill will but your shit doesn't feel real who got the juice I used to shoot bitch fuck around and I still will
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Danny Schofield, Ahmad Balshe, Roca Brask Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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