Bryce Vine - American Dream lyrics
[Bryce Vine - American Dream lyrics]
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'
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 millionaire
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 millionaire
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
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'
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 millionaire
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 millionaire
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