American Dreaming - 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