Jake Crocker - American Dreams lyrics

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Jake Crocker - American Dreams lyrics

Tell me why my life is a message, I'm just following crumbs What I'm afraid of today, is what tomorrow becomes And we young, but most dumb, like warnings of roast tongue Before a hot apple cider why do we listen to none? I've seen potential become, what grandma's dentures become Lifeless without a chance like Cyprus funds But keep your eyes on this one, this gon' be my best run This the one in 20 years I say was just the test run But yes I'm, given sympathy like Simpsons reruns Never call the women hoes but call their pimps if they run Clever huh? That's why I wrote it for battle But learned respect for women when I tried to swim without a paddle Without a pen and pad I'll be…where my momma left my daddy Back at home without a phone, without a dime, call a cabby Desperate…and yet I'm that close You took the exits, me I took the backroads Cause' it's the mind of a, young american and all the tales All the ego all the people all the deeper tales All the street sales and all the details All the legacy of revolution retail But what do we sell? I try to give you my life Put my mission first, living a dream or a living a lie By what determines me, you try what you heard of me You might find the life size might fit you perfectly Write like a sermon see, bite like a serpent see Might catch a burglary for taking life seriously k**ing for a living spree, grandma need her linen clean Momma got our dinner free but nothing coming mentally I dream, what else you want me to do? I was taught by my teachers to do what commoners do And follow commoner rules, I say forget that Tell me how I'm supposed to one day tell my kids that It's too easy to dream, but challenging too I just play my position of trying to balance the two Trying to balance the two, that's all I can do No child left behind and I'm right here with you I was told from a young age, that the streets are watching And dreams be the key so you don't stay locked in So peace to my brothers that'll never see the top again Open spot so I rise, unlike my poppa did And my conglomerate, ya columns can't argue with This the american dream no need to politic I speak for all of it, from rich folks to college kids Probably see us on the hunt before they call it quits

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