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You wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American
My beats are so irrelevant
Big chain energy
Opioid, Hennessy, and felonies
Paper thin, plasticine
Copper-grin individuality
Pose for the Polaroid
Employing a broken token boy
Utopia's lost its voice
You're picking up what's left of fashionable dread slides
You wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American
My beats are so irrelevant
Pimped out everything
Boys and girls idolising beauty queens
Pigment, shades of green
Skin tone blending into fantasies
Pose for the Polaroid
Employing a broken token boy
Utopia's lost its voice
You're picking up what's left of fashionable dread slides
You wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American
My beats are so irrelevant
I blame this awful aim for fame for my sister's complex
It's a twisted, warped, and abysmal sport for material objects
Your friends that you confide in
Are they loyal? Are they bona fide?
And could they keep you smiling
Or would they hang you out for trying?
'Cause you wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American
My beats are so irrelevant
You wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill (And a gold grill)
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American (So American)
My beats are so irrelevant
You wanna get a big house
A good girl and a gold grill
Fakin' doesn't make you real
Your dreams are so American
My beats are so irrelevant