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Don Quez - American Dream Lyrics



Don Quez - American Dream Lyrics




Feel like I'm drowning
This water is filling my lungs
Weight on my ankle
Pulling me down like how do I get up above?
What do I see when the darkness fades
How do I reach for the sun?
Shoot for the stars?
Ain't no stars where I'm from
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Sometimes I be getting so mad f*ck it I can't even control it
So I'm coping in silence
Birthing these demons
Obsess over timing
Like, Why I be living this way?
Why I be thinking this way?
Anxiety driving me me crazy
Pray for the kids they need guidance
On this plane I'm a pilot
Kamikaze still flying
American dreams a facade
Creating the world that I want
Paint a picture through God
It's just me and the clock
Music money and power
It's all that I got
Yeah, yeah
Offie on the beat
Twenty nine shit
Yeah, lil Don from the mud, yeah

Feel like I'm trapped bitch
Don't get attached bitch
I'm unstable I might snap bitch
So take it back bitch
Talking reckless wanna fact check
We established
My life changed its so damn drastic
Now check the stats bitch

Wooo saa you see ba big man Donnie don bust out wit de twenty 9 shit
You na fo play na dis way ba you na fo play naaa shooo shooo bo bo get em

Look it I'm finally focused
Enough of the life consulting
Slow this down
Gotta Gain control
Pressure make diamonds
Mold us
At the same time it broke us
Race against time it showed us
Patience pride and poison
Problems praise and fakes exposing
(Yeah) World in my hand
Got one shot
Hope the Glock don't jam
(Yeah) Got no class
I dropped out cause I'm good wit rap
(Yeah) Living life fast
I'm just praying that I do not crash
(Yeah) You high-key mad
I don't get mad
Bitch I get in my bag
I don't give no f*cks
No time for the feels
And I don't feel love
Then it's blocked like shields
If I don't get up then
I might get killed
And this Shit get tough
So I'm tough like steel
Raised in the mud
Then palms got real
Dreams ain't real
So I'm stuck right here
F*ck my feels
And it's f*ck my fear
Gotta f*cking appear
Ain't no options here

Feel like I'm trapped bitch
Don't get attached bitch
I'm unstable I might snap bitch
So take it back bitch
Talking reckless wanna fact check
We established
My life changed its so damn drastic
Now check the stats bitch
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Feel like I'm drowning
This water is filling my lungs
Weight on my ankle
Pulling me down like how do I get up above?
What do I see when the darkness fades
How do I reach for the sun?
Shoot for the stars?
Ain't no stars where I'm from
Sometimes I feel hopeless
Sometimes I be getting so mad f*ck it I can't even control it
So I'm coping in silence
Birthing these demons
Obsess over timing
Like, Why I be living this way?
Why I be thinking this way?
Anxiety driving me me crazy
Pray for the kids they need guidance
On this plane I'm a pilot
Kamikaze still flying
American dreams a facade
Creating the world that I want
Paint a picture through God
It's just me and the clock
Music money and power
It's all that I got
Yeah, yeah
Offie on the beat
Twenty nine shit
Yeah, lil Don from the mud, yeah

Feel like I'm trapped bitch
Don't get attached bitch
I'm unstable I might snap bitch
So take it back bitch
Talking reckless wanna fact check
We established
My life changed its so damn drastic
Now check the stats bitch

Wooo saa you see ba big man Donnie don bust out wit de twenty 9 shit
You na fo play na dis way ba you na fo play naaa shooo shooo bo bo get em

Look it I'm finally focused
Enough of the life consulting
Slow this down
Gotta Gain control
Pressure make diamonds
Mold us
At the same time it broke us
Race against time it showed us
Patience pride and poison
Problems praise and fakes exposing
(Yeah) World in my hand
Got one shot
Hope the Glock don't jam
(Yeah) Got no class
I dropped out cause I'm good wit rap
(Yeah) Living life fast
I'm just praying that I do not crash
(Yeah) You high-key mad
I don't get mad
Bitch I get in my bag
I don't give no f*cks
No time for the feels
And I don't feel love
Then it's blocked like shields
If I don't get up then
I might get killed
And this Shit get tough
So I'm tough like steel
Raised in the mud
Then palms got real
Dreams ain't real
So I'm stuck right here
F*ck my feels
And it's f*ck my fear
Gotta f*cking appear
Ain't no options here

Feel like I'm trapped bitch
Don't get attached bitch
I'm unstable I might snap bitch
So take it back bitch
Talking reckless wanna fact check
We established
My life changed its so damn drastic
Now check the stats bitch
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Writer: Brandon Vazquez
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