new-century american dream

Ay, ay Is you really on the block with a cart? Do you really got a car with no parts? I been friends with too many who part Please baby, don't hurt my heart Is you really bobbin' heads at the show? I could help, let me hit a quick four Wait a minute let me take my meds first Sold out, and I'm jumping head first This my job, I put all the effort Double time, I need money so I work Don't acknowledge where I got my sweatshirt Men and women and the children that we curse F*ck, American dream F*ck, American dream Can you be my soul tie and my gold mine? I get stuck on pretty women with the rose eyes You a rockstar, and we so high What's the genre, I don't know lo-fi? Feeling lost in the snow white and I'm ho hi on the four, five out of ten bullshit Got a merch line and a CD up in my mind, but nobody wanna booklet Got a setlist, got it planned out, got a timeline and nobody wanna book it All this music out and I'm tryna push it, hmptn I could really do this