Blink 182 – American Dream

God damn girl you know I’m a savage
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Look at them

Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
[Chorus]
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Mom worked two jobs, it was hard for us
God damn girl you know you a bad bitch
New money, no class
I took a break, had some things I had to get sorted
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
New money, no class
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Another day in the U.S.A
[Chorus]
Look at them
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance

They ain’t teach me how to rap in those private schools
I’m like, "You funny"
They teach us to hate what we see in the mirror
[Bridge]
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
We the American dream

I’m the American dream
Look at them
The night is young, girl what can you do for me?
Maybe it’s the drugs or the clout

Look, I’m very important
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
Clean money, I count stacks with these dirty hands
Table dancing in South Hampton
We the American dream
[Chorus]
How to make it in America
Laughing at my haters like, "You dummies"
Just another day in America
Phelps in the pool, I’m like Speith at the masters
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Wasn’t like my rich friends, had a lot to lose
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands
We coolin’ out in the whip and I done damn near smashed every girl on my list
Six figures, five shows, big ballin’

So when that first deal came it was opportune
They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Me and sis made it out, now she proud of us
I’m the American dream
I might retire in my prime like I’m M. Jordan
But it can’t break our spirit
I’m the American dream
Look at them

New money, no class
Shawty claim she a feminist and her ex man feminine
[Chorus]
50 bands, 80, bands, 100 bands

They gon’ let me in this club in these dirty vans
Real nigga, day one, ain’t a lot of us
We the American dream
I’m the American dream
[Verse 1]
New money, no class
Use the wine glasses for dirty fantas

KD at the three, Djokovic with the racket
I just wanna make enough to pay dividends
Uh
Less money, less options, lot of rules
Then invest in black businesses
We the American dream
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
Kids from my hood look up to the drug dealers
Do a show, copped a rack with my new advance
God damn girl you know I’m a savage
New money
Look at them
I get love in the north, I get love in the south, yeah
She say she in love, but I doubt that
Yeah, they said I wouldn’t make it
[Verse 2]
And shawty got potential, I scout that
Now I’m in the Benz truck with a new honey
The system set us up for failure
God damn girl you know that he average