American Dream
Cheaply manufactured in China
Sold to the nigga for a dollar
But it broke down past midnight
The Brady Bunch aired out their dirty laundry
Because Trump's the reason America has lost its conscious
Left the Garden of Eden back in '05
But I sneak back in for the occasional high
The grass is greener on both sides
Marched on the MayFlower to keep it afloat
All I get in return is a parole officer to go
Need to stop reading into the Crayon book of lies
F*ck being boxed in
Have the colors run outside the lines
It's Crayola's fault for making me color blind
I'll probably end up creating babies at Color Me Mine
If there's a Will
There's always a Jaden or Carlton
Our greatest weakness may be that we don't know how to coexist
Jumping in & out of the fence on some Kris Kross
Black and blue is my mood on the usual
Just a young Langston Hughes who embraces his colored hue
Gravity flipped me over when my dreams were sold
Neck strained from looking up when the wind acting cold
All I need is a revolver, suicide note, and an xbox controller with 2k
Lying to myself with a gaiety "I've accomplished everything"
Where are the jobs where passion pisses into your veins
And night shifts are blue collar wet dreams?
The real one percent is the beggar on the street
I'll never clock in for a glock and blank face
And sell my soul hand-wrapped in a kilo
Just to get ahead in the rat race
Pinky and the brain were hip to the cheese being a display
Who wants to go to H&M
"I just love the clothes," says the 13 yr. old kid trying to fit society's hem
The clothes or miniscule pay slavery won't last forever
I'm just tired of being everyone's burden
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American Dream
Cheaply manufactured in China
Sold to the nigga for a dollar
But it broke down past midnight
The Brady Bunch aired out their dirty laundry
Because Trump's the reason America has lost its conscious
Left the Garden of Eden back in '05
But I sneak back in for the occasional high
The grass is greener on both sides
Marched on the MayFlower to keep it afloat
All I get in return is a parole officer to go
Need to stop reading into the Crayon book of lies
F*ck being boxed in
Have the colors run outside the lines
It's Crayola's fault for making me color blind
I'll probably end up creating babies at Color Me Mine
If there's a Will
There's always a Jaden or Carlton
Our greatest weakness may be that we don't know how to coexist
Jumping in & out of the fence on some Kris Kross
Black and blue is my mood on the usual
Just a young Langston Hughes who embraces his colored hue
Gravity flipped me over when my dreams were sold
Neck strained from looking up when the wind acting cold
All I need is a revolver, suicide note, and an xbox controller with 2k
Lying to myself with a gaiety "I've accomplished everything"
Where are the jobs where passion pisses into your veins
And night shifts are blue collar wet dreams?
The real one percent is the beggar on the street
I'll never clock in for a glock and blank face
And sell my soul hand-wrapped in a kilo
Just to get ahead in the rat race
Pinky and the brain were hip to the cheese being a display
Who wants to go to H&M
"I just love the clothes," says the 13 yr. old kid trying to fit society's hem
The clothes or miniscule pay slavery won't last forever
I'm just tired of being everyone's burden
Cheaply manufactured in China
Sold to the nigga for a dollar
But it broke down past midnight
The Brady Bunch aired out their dirty laundry
Because Trump's the reason America has lost its conscious
Left the Garden of Eden back in '05
But I sneak back in for the occasional high
The grass is greener on both sides
Marched on the MayFlower to keep it afloat
All I get in return is a parole officer to go
Need to stop reading into the Crayon book of lies
F*ck being boxed in
Have the colors run outside the lines
It's Crayola's fault for making me color blind
I'll probably end up creating babies at Color Me Mine
If there's a Will
There's always a Jaden or Carlton
Our greatest weakness may be that we don't know how to coexist
Jumping in & out of the fence on some Kris Kross
Black and blue is my mood on the usual
Just a young Langston Hughes who embraces his colored hue
Gravity flipped me over when my dreams were sold
Neck strained from looking up when the wind acting cold
All I need is a revolver, suicide note, and an xbox controller with 2k
Lying to myself with a gaiety "I've accomplished everything"
Where are the jobs where passion pisses into your veins
And night shifts are blue collar wet dreams?
The real one percent is the beggar on the street
I'll never clock in for a glock and blank face
And sell my soul hand-wrapped in a kilo
Just to get ahead in the rat race
Pinky and the brain were hip to the cheese being a display
Who wants to go to H&M
"I just love the clothes," says the 13 yr. old kid trying to fit society's hem
The clothes or miniscule pay slavery won't last forever
I'm just tired of being everyone's burden
Writer: Masongo Ogora, Pyeatt Hitchcock
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid