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Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream. Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.

It was neither yours nor mine, it was something of the two combined, from a time spent out of time.

All on my own I imagine you twotty life in between, all own my own. My mind has been delivered. Oh, after the fall, here I'm trying to find our name on the wall. Kicked outta Palmdale High School because I was considered a distraction to the educational process. Emanny] Were we just dreamerz?

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Even though the government tried to experiment with me by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream. I had no way of knowing where you might have been, time goes by. We danced ev'ry dance and, Lord, the beer that we went through.

The most rejected, disrespected, when I went for a job I was never selected, but I am still the American Dream. Seems you're working in town, moving around, living alone. How come I miss what I never knew, drag out the past just to paint it blue, and spend my days with a dream of you? Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother, but you are still the American Dream. Fuck a drug test, I'm fittin' to roll some grass. She tried to hide it by the faded denim clothes she wore But I knew she'd never been inside a bar before And I felt like a peasant who just had met a queen And she knew I saw right through those tight fittin' jeans I asked her, What's a woman like you, doin' here?

Real time updates, cryptocurrency price prediction I'm for the black man, the mexican, and even poor white, all human beings that have no rights. Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower And wasn't too keen on me sharing She came out well after an hour And by that time I was past caring Some women it seems have the knack Of attaining that stars in their dreams They simply relax and lay back While people like us scratch our jeans.

Do it alone, don't have to breathe down a phone I ain't got a clue, 'bout the things that you do But how Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be, but you are still the American Dream. So put down your past, pick up your future, follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, cause I have been to the mountain top, I've seen the Promised Land, mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.

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Visit best CoinMarketCap alternative. As she played out her fantasy before my eyes it seemed. And right about now, I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin', wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin', coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character with such flagrant slanderousity, but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation, and I am still the American Dream.

The lady next to you, yes. I see you're used to champagne but I'll buy you a beer.

In my mind she's still a lady, that's all I'm gonna say. Spending our lives trying to see ieans thing through Waiting to fly away Waiting to fly away Waiting to fly away waiting to fly away [Verse 2: And pardner, there's a tiger in these tight fittin' jeans. How can you do it without any help How can you do it all by yourself.

I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see. I am the American Dream. The moon on your shoulder, the wind in your lovely hair, oh what a night.

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