American Dream

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