- Mr. Probz American Dreaming 歌词
- Mr. Probz
- Light a match, let it burn
Smell the essence of exquisite herbs
We are all products of the earth
Just to grow we need a little dirt
When you're winning they pay attention
When your're walking through the struggle they'll never mention ya
Keep the grass real low so you can see the snakes
Now that you've been through the fire you know what it takes
Count em out, line em up, knock em down
Even when they expect you to fall
A flag at a half stand means nothing at all
Stare through my Balenciaga, sipping on Henny
I swear to God nothing can break or bend me
What you know about Basquiats or riding Bentleys
Who are you to judge
In this city of love
When were only just American dreaming
When were only just American dreaming
When were only just American dreaming
What's giants when you know you've got just one stone to throw
You gotta fight
When you're hungry for it all
You know you got an appetite
Nothing's fair when you play in this game of war
Can't be scared, face it, head on, buckle up
Want my position, then prepare for the collision
Count em out, line em up, knock em down
Even when they expect you to fall
A flag at a half stand means nothing at all
Stare through my Balenciaga sipping on Henny
I swear to God nothing can break or bend me
If you're not with me now
Then you're against me
Who are you to judge
In this city of love
When were only just American dreaming
When were only just American dreaming
When were only just American dreaming
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