American Dream - Bryce Vine

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'

Any 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 millionnaire

Wanna play but I don’t wanna fight fair

American dream but it’s kind of a nightmare

(American dream but it’s kind of a nightmare)

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 millionnaire

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