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american dream - vex the mc lyrics

verse 1 [vex the mc]:
she got an
addiction to cigarettes and a kid on the way
an alcoholic dad she wants to stick in his place
a mom working at walgreen’s for no more than minimum wage
small town living feeling like she shouldn’t have stayed
debt accrued from cl-sses that never am-ssed to nothin’
but she’s gettin’ the bluffin’ from the one to put the bun up in her oven
think the path she wanted is the same one that she’s following?
drink the sorrow tonight, got work tomorrow? she’s calling in
it’s the american dream stuffed in a nutsh-ll
miller lite and tylenol until she feels her guts swell
numb the sting with a mix of benzodiazepines
medicinal c-cktail she’s seen up in the magazines
ain’t no harm in popping a bar to relax
unless you do it how she did with an additive of that jack
if you hear it from a song on the radio than it’s good, right?
until that blackout turns into more of a goodbye

hook [taylor rife]:
i think i’m fallin’, fallin’
waiting for your callin’, callin’
telling me that love is blind
it’s so sublime
take me down again, i do not mind
ask me again, i’m doing fine

verse 2 [vex the mc]:
her baby daddy, he doesn’t seem to be doing sh-t
aside from driving around with the guys up on some stupid sh-t
drinks a fifth of vodka, gets in the car without a dare
b-tch-made, whipping out the switchblade without a care
he ain’t the breadwinner, nah, that would be her self
his only contribution is in the form of a sperm cell
but it’s okay, she said she loves him anyway
he said he loves her too but then he’s out here banging plenty babes
actions speak louder than words, she musta got it reverse
he got her under a curse, head in the clouds like a bird
he got a problem with words, he can’t keep his own
luckily she got no problem falling asleep alone
he got his own issues, she got her own tissues
he got a couple phones ’n he treats her like a cold igloo
texting “i don’t miss you”, disappearing for hours
coming home the next afternoon with countless flowers

verse 3 [vex the mc]:
months gone by and she thinks that they been progressin’
got a routine of resting at home while he bringing the bread in
she don’t know that he’s pathetic
he don’t know what she been fed up
she don’t know that he keeping secrets low-key like the avengers
middle of the night, the baby’s waking her up
the babe is anxious as f-ck, baby daddy, she wakin’ him up
telling him “baby, please, you gotta get up
we’re out of diapers now and i need to stay with the runt”
he gets up, grabs the keys, says that he gon’ zip back
dips to the liquor store, picks up another six pack
gets into the focus and rolls over to his homies
she been sitting at home for 1, 2, no, 3 hours
calling him, but no answer, she’s had it
she’s inside of the minivan, turning it into traffic
he’s back inside the focus, she shouldn’t have been at that light
because he blew a red light and hit her side with a jack-knife

- vex the mc lyrics

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