Turnstile – The Dream lyrics

The world around me solves evil at war and suffer from a sad-ass heart
Their happiness comes from the American Dream but that don’t shine for me
There’s a million lives to lead
Choices made will help me understand the hardship and adversity that I couldn’t see
How could we believe in a calm sea ahead?
My friends, my dreams, the end
And on the day I die I hope I can justify the choices in my life

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis – Kevin lyrics

(feat. Leon Bridges)

[Intro]
OK, OK
Yeah
We live tonight
Check it, now

[Verse 1: Macklemore]
I seen pain, I felt the losses
Attended funerals and seen coffins
21 years old, an angel was lost here
Wings clipped by the grip of 80 milligram sniffs of oxycontin
Everyday through the nostrils
Never went away, never does it stop there
Death a line or two away and a couple tall cans
Cause you never know when God is gonna call, man
Precious, what we all share
I said peace at 5:30, the next time that I saw him was in the hands of the pallbearer
What if I would’ve never gone and dropped him off there?
Blaming myself, in hysterics, screaming “It’s not fair!”
21 years old with a book of rhymes he was gonna recite to the globe
Only thing to numb the pain besides that shit in his nose
He was gonna quit tomorrow, we’re all gonna quit tomorrow
Just get us through the weekend, and then Monday follows
Then it’s Wednesday, then it’s “fuck it, I’m already feeling hollow”
Might as well go crack a seal and might as well go chug a bottle
Might as well go pop a pill and go and band-aid that problem
And escape this world, vacate this world
Cause I hate myself
No praying’s gonna cure this pain

[Hook: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
We’re in the waiting room and something ain’t right
All this is on you, we’re over-prescribed

[Verse 2: Macklemore]
For me and Kev
He went up in jail, institutions are dead
And with our lives, we play Russian Roulette
And try to find a life where we could be content
Cause for us, we’re just trying to minimize the fear of being alive
And now my little brother is in the sky
From a pill that a doctor prescribed
That a drug-dealing billion dollar industry supplied
And the cops never go and profile at night
Yeah, the, the, the orange plastic with the white top they sell to you
Has us looking for the answers and that instead of you
Quick fix, whatever’ll do
We just gonna neglect the truth
Because a doctor with a license played God and said it’s cool
Played God and said it’s cool
But me? I don’t blame Kev or his mom freebasing while pregnant with him
I blame the pharmacy companies
And country that spends trillions fighting a war they supplying themselves
Politicians and business and jail
Public defenders and judges who fail
Look at Kevin, look at Kevin
Now he’s wrapped in plastic
First dealer was his mom’s medicine cabinet
Got anxiety, better go and give him a Xanax
Focus, give him Adderall, sleep, give him Ambien
‘Til he’s walking ’round the city looking like a mannequin
Ups and downs, shooting up prescriptions you’re handing him
So America, is it really worth it? I’m asking you

[Hook: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
We’re in the waiting room and something ain’t right
All this is on you, we’re over-prescribed

[Outro: Leon Bridges]
Doctor, your medicine and your methods
Can’t cure my disease without killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
Doctor, your medicine and your methods
Can’t cure my disease without killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me
You’re killing me, you’re killing me

Overdrive Orchestra – American Dream lyrics

Welcome home to the land of the free
Free to lose your mind
A bill of rights, but who’s right to be so wrong?
Woken up again from an American Dream
Back to reality, a sad shadow of a nation long lost
Corrupt with power but not entitled to use it
Propaganda force fed to us like pigs prepared for a slaughter
While gluttonous hogs feast off our bones

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Resurgence of the fourth reich here in America
Silently, swiftly, creepin’ through your area
Hysteria
No rights left from Miranda
As she feeds us propaganda like a fuckin’ cafeteria
Give us a voice just to zip up our lips
Given no choice but just to stick to the script
‘Cuz improvisation is a threat to the nation
An invasion on the United States of Corporation
A stain on the image they keep tryin’ to paint
The portrait of sinner, depicted as a saint
But a saint ain’t meant to be one to deceive
Abuse power and cease to occupy overseas
But when we as a people occupy Wall Street
We get beaten and sprayed, cuffed and taken away
Nothing less than Marshal Law with the ndaa
They just label us as terrorists and lock us in the bay

If you’re wrong, take it out on me
And if you’re right, there’s nothing left to say
And if you’ve won, turn your rust to gold
But if you’re wrong, throw yourself away

Maroon 5 – Fortune Teller lyrics

I’m not a fortune teller
I won’t be bringing news
Of what tomorrow brings
I’ll leave that up to you

I’m not a fortune teller
Don’t have crystal ball
I can’t predict the future
Can’t see nothing at all

It doesn’t mean I’m afraid
Of all the things that you say
But I just think we should stay
Stuck in the moment today
And as the seasons roll by
No matter how hard I try
Summer will end and the leaves will turn again

I don’t know why you’re acting like this
I don’t know why you had to do it again
Why’d you have to go and ruin the night
Don’t worry about tomorrows mess

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

I don’t like watching TV
I don’t know what that all means
And your American Dream
Baby it just isn’t me
I know that what I’m saying may not be on your mind
I know the song I’m singing is not your favorite kind

It doesn’t mean I’m afraid of all the things that you say
But I just think we should stay
Stuck in the moment today
And as the seasons roll by
No matter how hard I try
Summer will end and the leaves will turn again

I don’t know why you’re acting like this
I don’t know why you had to do it again
Why’d you have to go and ruin the night
Don’t worry about tomorrow’s mess

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

This feeling keeps growing
These rivers keep flowing
How can I have answers
When you drown me in questions?

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

I never know how the future will go
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller
I’ll never change but I want you to stay
I don’t know what to tell you
I’m not a fortune teller

JEEZY – American Dream lyrics

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Ye what’s up (Ye, what’s up)
Road to America baby
[?] make a dream
Ye, ye, ye, ye
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
Let’s watch they spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Ya’ll niggas was raised by some haters
You niggas go head and hate
Four car garage for the Rari, that bitch came with the estate
That’s why the streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined to see that sh*t in my face
You niggas go head and face it
Lil bitch ain’t sh*t, mami basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out braclet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn into 250 to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like running the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Ya’ll make this sh*t sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack in the BP
Hoping one day they can [beat the?]
Niggas is there on the screen
Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
I done fear that I won’t reach ’em in since reaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a bag ol’ of money, when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mulla
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday eating good with my team (the American Dream)
They said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Caught my first pie, yeah I knew that I could bake it
Scarface, picture living life like a king
Everday grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
These streets made for [balling?]
Ten toes ain’t for falling
I hear the world calling
Tell me if you’re all in (tell me if you’re all in)
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the traveling man
Set his own, got my bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Young Jeezy – American Dream (feat. J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]
(Cryin’, cryin’, cryin’)
Yeah, what’s up? (Yeah, what’s up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American Dream (yeah)
Uh, yeah
Let’s go

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
You either good or you great
You either real or you fake
That’s why I stay spitting the real
Because the real ones relate
Y’all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go ‘head and hate
F-F-Four car garage for the ‘Rari, that bitch came with the estate
I swear them streets get so tricky, glad I ain’t fall for the bait
So focused and I’m determined, can see that shit in my face
You niggas go ‘head and face it
Lil bitch, ain’t shit ’bout me basic
Hit a lick on them bitches and win an iced out bracelet
Never let my flaws and my past come get the best of me
Turn a two fifty to a half, I got the recipe
First my President was Black, now my President is wack
I ain’t never going broke, what’s American in that?

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Got money to make, blow out the candles then cut up the cake
Then I put it on plate, I’m running the game, you running in place
Still a youngin’ at heart, but mentally, bitch I’m a hundred-and-eight
Like Pun in the late 90s, my niggas is juggling weight
Running from state to state, gunning up ways to safety
I’m on a paper chase, whatever it takes to make me
A millionaire, silly cause how many really get there?
I mean, how many niggas is Jeezy?
Y’all make this shit sound so easy
Breezy, turn on the TV, see these niggas that trap on the CD
Meanwhile, back home, my niggas sell crack at the BP
Hoping one day they can be the
Niggas is there on the screen
‘Cause that’s the American Dream
Now here go the thing, listen
Hysterical screams, coming from mothers that buried their kings
Or the unbearable pain of watching them walk out with the sheriff in chains
Becoming a number, they no longer care bout the name
White folks been getting rich off of cocaine
Through some underhanded methods, I don’t got time to explain
Out of fear that I won’t reach ’em and since preaching ain’t my thing
I just drop a gem or two within a few verses I sing
For all my real niggas trapped inside the game
You know that already

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I just want a big ol’ bag of money when I see my jeweler
Get a hard-on when I’m counting up that mula
Scarface, into living life like a king
Every day eating good with my team (the American Dream)
First they said I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would make it
Copped my first pie, yeah, I knew that I could bake it
Scarface vision, living life like a king
Every day grinding hard with my team (the American Dream)

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
(Yeah yuh)
These streets made for ballin’ (yeah yuh)
Ten toes ain’t for fallin’ (yeah yuh)
I hear the world callin’
Tell me if ya all in (tell me if ya all in)
Look, look, I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah
I gotta eat, I gotta, make money with
I gotta feast, I gotta re-ly on what is known to the travelin’ man
Set his own, got my Bible and my rifle in my hand, oh yeah

Apollo Brown & Planet Asia – Deep In The Casket

[Sample]
Eight track stereo, colored TV in every room
And you can snort a half a piece of dope every day
It’s the American Dream, nigga, well ain’t it?
God knows it’s a rotten game. The only one the man left us to play
That’s the stone cold truth

[Planet Asia]
Yea
Twist something

[Verse 1]
Bumping Mozzy in the Maserati
Allegedly they say my little Relly caught a body
My city going stupid mainly
Lil niggas in the pen going super crazy
Runners over the stove, giving slight twirls with hoes
That powder they nose with that white girl
Four door Porsches and polo horses
Golf courses, teriyaki swordfish, exotic fortress
Gangsta gun game, my [?] aim damage a frame
Like the paper at the gun range, I’m sun blazing
Cross the line, I might down ya
That’s why I feel at home around the chain lifters, and body counters
Heavy handed henchmen, victorious vigilant
Still killing shit, it’s pretty boy militance
These rappers is a fuckin joke
Broke niggas tryna beef always getting smoked

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Verse 2]
Wasn’t for this, then I’d still be jooking
I’m still jooking, it’s just nothing is getting tooken
Words is like coke, I’m used to cooking
Like aftershocks niggas is used to booking
Saw so much that I cannot be shooken
My goons follow ’cause I know the way
Trained to go fast with no delay
Keep a shooter with a throwaway
When it’s war we never go away
SKs blow your face when big boys come out to play
The bullshit you better start squashing
Know your family would be set in place doing car washes
Have you taking shots like you was bar hoppin
You know the doctrine, since when the fuck y’all start poppin?
Medaliano, Masonic murder rap scholar
[?], major models sophisticado
Might Colombian fashion your casket
Put your head in a basket
There’s no way for you to even mask it

[Hook]
Fit deep in the casket
Colombian fashion (8x)

[Outro]
It’s the fuck I’m talking ’bout, man
Y’know I mean?
From the ground on up, dirty shit man
Yea

Papa Roach – Hollywood Whore lyrics

[Intro]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Verse 1]
Cocaine nose and trendy clothes,
Gotta send her to rehab.
She found out she’s got no soul,
But it really doesn’t bother her.
White trash queen, American Dream,
Oh, what a role model.
Throwing a fit, making a scene,
Like no tomorrow.

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
Can’t take it no more,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over now!

[Verse 2]
Awake by noon, drunk by four,
Sucked up in the show biz.
You’re so lame, you’re such a bore,
I wanna kick your teeth in.
Plastic smile to match your style,
We can tell you got a face lift.
You’re so vain, you so vile,
You’re a number one hit.

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
Can’t take it no more,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Hook]
The cameras are gone,
And nobody screams.
She couldn’t survive her 15 minutes of fame.
Her friends are all gone,
She’s going insane.
She’ll never survive without the money and fame.
It’s all going down the drain.

[Bridge]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over!

[Chorus]
Hollywood whore,
Passed out on the floor,
I’m sorry but the party’s over.
The talk of the town;
“Is she’s going down?”
I’m sorry but the party’s over.

[Bridge]
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over.
Wake up! The party’s over now!

[Outro]
Hahaha
Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya, hunny.
Hahaha

Bishop Lamont – Un-American (feat. Ryu & Apathy) (The Reformation G.D.N.I.A.F.T Album)

[Intro (parts of President Dwight D. Eisenhower’s Farewell Address Jan. 17, 1961)]
Good evening my fellow Americans. First I would like to express my gratitude to the radio and television networks for the opportunities they have given me over the years to bring reports and messages to our nation. We annually spend on military security alone more than the net income of all United States corporations. Now this conjunction of an immense military establishment and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence — economic, political, even spiritual — is felt in every city, every Statehouse, every office of the Federal government. We recognize the imperative need for this development. Yet, we must not fail to comprehend its grave implications. Our toil, resources, and livelihood are all involved. So is the very structure of our society. In the councils of government, we must guard against the acquisition of unwarranted influence – whether sought or unsought, by the military industrial complex

[Verse 1: Ryu]
My country tis of thee sweet land of misery
Donald Trump and his trickery, Fox’s toxicity
War mongering fuck bois crisscrossin the continent beggin for votes
Murder they wrote-blood on the documents
Raise the prices. Cook up another crisis
Fuck it-you gotta love it. The government funded ISIS
Nothin every changes. Same story as last month. You wanna know the price of freedom? Look at the gas pump
2 dollars 3 dollars 4 dollars 5
Die motherfucker! Die motherfucker!
Fine
This year- lets get it over with. Send me back to Jehova
Away from these xenophobic police worshipin chauvinists
Secrets in plain sight thinking nobody notices
Until we cut the head off the snake and drink the cobra spit
Who’s the real terrorist
Flag drippin with arrogance for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont]
Welcome citizens and 2nd class citizens
Aka minorities, refugees illegal, aliens
Homosexuals, Women, Faiths of foreign religions
Don’t you just love this nation you’re livin in
Our Uncle Sam is a drunk racist pedophile
Drug dealer, Drug abuser, pill popper
Heroin user, Lean, cocaine methamphetamine
Cymbalta, cialis, Humira
All that shit he sells you on your tv screen
Got u pumped up, drugged up, to keep you down
While the cost of living goes up
Without enough good jobs to go around
The same foreigners you hate
America gave’em ya jobs
Laid you off to cut cost
Then pointed the finger across seas
Like it wasn’t they fault
Huh, huh
It’s nothin new
This ain’t brand new
It’s the same ol tactics
Give you dummies someone to blame
Mislead you
Leave you distracted
Let’s talk about Bill Cosby, Benghazi
Kim kardashian’s ass again, Caitlyn Jenner
Turn on your tv some new scandal with a celebrity at the center
Another mass shooting
Domestic terrorist while you eating dinner
It’s always Muslims
Even when it ain’t Muslims
We’ll draw a picture of the prophet Muhammad and spit on it
We’ll hang Jesus Christ upside down and piss on it
Division through religions is strictly for economics
We don’t believe in either
Swear to nimrod I promise
Only to the almighty dollar do we pay homage
Your country one big corporation it’s all for profit

[Hook x2: Apathy]
School book (light em up) Government (burn em down)
Seems like a riot every time I turn around (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again (uh-oh)
They got us all riled up again

[Verse 3: Ryu]
Hide your poor and your huddled masses
White trash, wet backs, and ghetto bastards
Make em flag wavin slaves for minimum wage fascists
Claimin to keep you safe til the taliban invades Calabasas
I guess it could happen and anything is possible if Bruce Jenner can turn himself into Jessica Rabbit
Its plausible to think we’re on the brink of extinction
It stinks. We know the truth but can’t make the distinction
The lies are too sexy. Their deception is asinine
Your hard earned tax dollars killin children in Palestine
Its hard to swallow like water from Flint Michigan
The people have spoken. The politicians ain’t listenin
Overcrowdin the prisons. Multi Billions in business
You get popped. They get paid. They want you locked in the system
Its a war on our citizens. You tell me who the terrorist
But for me to say nothin about it is un-American

[Outro: Bishop Lamont]
You know what’s really un-American? America as a whole
Its nothin but a bunch of hypocritical shit. You see everybody out here trippin off votin for Trump or votin for Bernie or votin for Hillary. Like these motherfuckers give a fuck about what you goin through in your life. The reality of it is: ain’t no one motherfuckin person that you vote for gone change our nation for us. Its all about makin money. Its based on makin money. If you want to see real change: you gotta start in your own house. In your own neighborhood. In your own city. If we don’t fix it-ain’t shit gone get fixed. Ask yourself: are you really free? Are you livin the American Dream?