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American Dream

 

American Dream

(albüm: The Hypnosis Study - 2019)


Fresh to death, my closet's a graveyard
You can tell the corpse inside
You live a facade
Deep down, attempt denial
We come at you
Damn, what now?
We run like cows, we cannot be found
Cheap smiles that seem like frowns, makeup like a clown
Make me proud, attempt to style, woo
Sleight of hand distracts the crowd
You cannot come down from the mound
I trace my bounds from the highest mountain
You can find heading eastern bound, uh
Life stresses, release right now
This is how we prowl through the town, our stomachs growling
You couldn't kick it with us even if trained with Shaolin

And the price is right, if the price gets cut
I'm your average man in America
I just love big business and deal hard drugs
I don't care how your well-kept kids end up
They go back to school, let them fill with slugs
But make sure you keep a price tag on those books
This shit gets messy, this shit gets clean
It's just a little piece of the American dream
And the price is right, if the price gets cut
I'm your average man in America
I just love big business and deal hard drugs
I don't care how your well-kept kids end up
They go back to school, let them fill with slugs
But make sure you keep a price tag on those books
This shit gets messy, this shit gets clean
It's just a little piece of the American dream

Oh my, impoverished young children, underneath buildings
But not need to be building
Right-click, attach and make millions
Feed the hungry nothing, make billions
Face the truth or not, you made trillions
What the world don't know is what kills them
But we live this life like small children: ignorant and innocent
Oblivious to the tatics of the rich and brilliant, uh
They retract our innocence and brilliance, uh
You retreat and run away, civilians, uh
Just to die another day, they kill us
The weak links, the weak links
Chains on the necks young men at peak strength
You could have hope but hope sinks; it's got dinks
I rather prepare and aware of my instincts, I'm in sync

And the price is right, if the price gets cut
I'm your average man in America
I just love big business and deal hard drugs
I don't care how your well-kept kids end up
They go back to school, let them fill with slugs
But make sure you keep a price tag on those books
This shit gets messy, this shit gets clean
It's just a little piece of the American dream
And the price is right, if the price gets cut
I'm your average man in America
I just love big business and deal hard drugs
I don't care how your well-kept kids end up
They go back to school, let them fill with slugs
But make sure you keep a price tag on those books
This shit gets messy, this shit gets clean
It's just a little piece of the American dream

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