Testo American Nightmare - Belly
Testo della canzone American Nightmare (Belly), tratta dall'album Mumble Rap 2
What we've seen here today has been absolutely disgusting
For the first time, we are watching a war happening somewhere
Thats featured a part of you and me
Blue eyes, blonde hair
Hitboy!
I'm Donnie Darko
I'm drunk
Swerved down a dark road
How fast can the car go
With a trunk full of cargo
I pull up from Barstow I call up Carlo he call up Marco
back to drugs got a barcode
man this shit that make my heart cold
Pull up I'm making a drop off
She mad that I'm making a stop off
I'm in the drop getting topped off
She never wanna get dropped off
I put the molly on her tongue
She said it burned her like hot sauce
Been letting them shots off
Now they taping your block off
Give a fuck how you feel
You ain't real you a knockoff
Even ya own bitch
Know that you all on my dick
Hop off
5 mill for the Cali crib
Middle finger to my old neighbors
I put out a album called immigrant
I'm in a country with no papers
Said if there's smoke I'll be right there
All of my dogs don't fight fair
I'm the Arabian dream hoe
I'm the American nightmare
They left me to die in the darkness
I was ahead by light years
I'm the Arabian dream hoe
I'm the American nightmare
Shut the fuck up let me ride in silence
With a whole magazine hoe I subscribe to violence
She stacking up money yeah but she racking up mileage
She payin' for collagen but she won't pay for college
I ain't no Nostradamus he thinkin' he God I'm a goddess
All of these modern Madonnas is looking like each other I promise
She asking for Birkins but really she twerkin' for dollas
I ain't judging I'm just being honest
Said if there's smoke I'll be right there
All of my dogs don't fight fair
I am the Arab dream hoe
I'm the American nightmare
They left me to die in the darkness
I was ahead by light years
I'm the Arabian dream hoe
I'm the American nightmare
Yeah
I've reached the top then I free fall
Dog, my life like a seesaw
They really thought I would fade away
fuck 'em all Imma ball to the league call
bitch you a hater by default
got a heart full of sea salt
I'd die for the shit that I'm living for
Lord, my life like a metaphor
Every day I wake up and the world different
dark addictions really had my nerves twitching
had my mama crying and my girl tripping
quit the pill popping and the syrup sippin'
fuck it I took some L's
but losing yourself is the worst sickness
Jealousy n' envy the worst mixture
enemies acting like family
Feel like the devil in church with you
Gotta pray, man this shit is the real deal
I married the game but
the wedding just ended up looking like Kill Bill
I hold no ill will but your shit doesn't feel real
who got the juice
I used to shoot
bitch fuck around and I still will
Credits
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Chauncey A. Hollis, Ahmad Balshe, Roca Brask
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