Lyrics:
Yes you are, gold gold rush girl
[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Alright
Dolce Gabbana, Prada, Ralph Violet
No nada won't holler
Going in for my pockets
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out,
by asking another question. But the Israelis were vey curious about the Gulf War and what Americans had thought about it, and I tried to think
whiskey in that bonfire smoke
Tellin tales and lies about lovers
Drinkin one right after the other
Took a whole day & night to recover
From those American
Got a deathbed at 12th and mission
New kind of
Long ago once upon a time
Hundred miles an hour time flew by
Now gravestones become friends
ej
Ja siedziałem w aucie sam i pisałem hit
Jak wychodziło „Lady Pank" to wisiałem kwit
Musiało minąć kilka lat by na prostej być
To mój American dream
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that's right, where
I'm loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa)
I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition
Put the key in my
passing by feels like fate)
American you know I had to cop that foreign
(perhaps this is it, even if I keep staring again and again)
We already know it’s
rock, country, blues American tales music
Hip Hop was created by the sewage and neglect
A feeling of abandonment, genocide and disrespect
Put that
over the railing
Staring at the ledge
(It's an) All American Breakup baby
By your request
(It's an) All American Breakup baby
If I were you, I'd know how
my American sweetheart
First you were in my dreams
Fighting for me and you wone
Then I waited patiently
Day by day for your love
You then came up
Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
of glittering stars in American cars
I’ll let go of the wheel
And take hold of my heart so before we crash
Kiss me under the stars in American cars
Four by four
My eyes are up here
I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream
I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream
Hey Mr. Music
The life
Yeah, I ain't made in China
I'm American as it gets
I ain't made by Uyghur kids
For pennies on the dollar
I'm made in the USA
It says so on my
Winter gettin' colder, summer gettin' warmer
Tidal wave comin' cross the Mexican border
Why buy a gallon, it's cheaper by the barrel
Just don't get
away
The good ole American way
We can't stand by and just let it fade away
The good ole american way
I wear my name on the back of my belt
they call on me I'm passing, if they talk to me I'm booking out that door
But before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you Macklemore?
Maybe
parents bruh
Every white dude in America went to the barber shop
"Give me the Macklemore haircut"
Australia they heard of me
Germany they heard of me
Relax, breathe
(And the award goes to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis)
Me
There's a stranger holding my award
I give her an awkward hug she says "It's yours"
bodies
Sunset through numerous palm trees
Followed by the paparazzi
But they don't get into our party
Tell the bell hop that I'm sorry
We 40 deep in
Hey, Macklemore, can we go thrift shopping?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what?
What-what, what, what? (Da)
to me I'm booking out that door
But before I can make it somebody stops me and says are you Macklemore?
Maybe this isn't the place or time
I just wanted
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