American Dream Lyrics

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When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
When top of the mind becomes the bottom line
When success is equated with excess

If you’re time ain’t be nothing for money
I start to feel really bad for you honey
Maybe honey put you’re money where your mouth’s been running
If you’re time ain’t be nothing but money

I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom

(chorus)
This ain’t my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream

When success is equated with excess
When we’re fighting for the beamer, the lexus
As the heart and soul breathing the company goals
Where success is equated with excess

I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom

(chorus)

Cause baby’s always talkin ‘bout a ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true would you do what I want you to
If I show up with the right amount of bling?

Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we’ve been caught singing
red, white, blue, and green
But that ain’t my America,
That ain’t my American dream

(chorus)

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When success is equated with excess  
The ambition for excess wrecks us  
When top of the mind becomes the bottom line  
When success is equated with excess  
  
If you’re time ain’t be nothing for money  
I start to feel really bad for you honey  
Maybe honey put you’re money where your mouth’s been running  
If you’re time ain’t be nothing but money  
  
I want out of this machine  
It doesn’t feel like freedom  
  
(chorus)  
This ain’t my American dream  
I want to live and die for bigger things  
I’m tired of fighting for just me  
This ain't my American dream  
  
When success is equated with excess  
When we’re fighting for the beamer, the lexus  
As the heart and soul breathing the company goals  
Where success is equated with excess  
  
I want out of this machine  
It doesn’t feel like freedom  
  
(chorus)  
  
Cause baby’s always talkin ‘bout a ring  
And talk has always been the cheapest thing  
Is it true would you do what I want you to  
If I show up with the right amount of bling?  
  
Like a puppet on a monetary string  
Maybe we’ve been caught singing  
red, white, blue, and green  
But that ain’t my America,  
That ain’t my American dream  
  
(chorus)

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