The American Dream HANK TRILL
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[Hook]
Smokin' cannabis while I’m eating a can of beans
I was in poverty, now I live the American dream
When I sleep all of my dreams are American themed
But I still receive chemicals overseas from the Chinese
I hope U.S. Customs doesn't seize, I'll be dope displeased
Propane prestige, I drink WD to loosen up my arteries
Break into my house, and knock you to the ground, you can see my fine carpentry
[Verse 1]
I live risky, fuck Vladimir, Zelenssky
Pour up in the whisky, take me a si-sipski
You haven’t convinced me that you know the recipe for grilling the best meats
You can't keep up with the propane priest
Propane pipsqueak, sippin' a [?]
Got me feelin' tipsy, off the jiggas I go gypsy
I insert myself into U.S. history
Propane presidency, my next destiny
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on the kushes eating baked beans, Bush's
Propane I was pushing, now I use it for my crack cooking
I can you see you creeping in the bushes
You'll be dead in the bushes
If you get interrogated and do anything but shush
These mixtapes droppin' like flies
I capitalize, monetize, medium rare mob ties
I hypothesize if you butane bastardized
You’ll be paralyzed, you a butane butterfly
Smokin' cannabis while I’m eating a can of beans
I was in poverty, now I live the American dream
When I sleep all of my dreams are American themed
But I still receive chemicals overseas from the Chinese
I hope U.S. Customs doesn't seize, I'll be dope displeased
Propane prestige, I drink WD to loosen up my arteries
Break into my house, and knock you to the ground, you can see my fine carpentry
[Verse 1]
I live risky, fuck Vladimir, Zelenssky
Pour up in the whisky, take me a si-sipski
You haven’t convinced me that you know the recipe for grilling the best meats
You can't keep up with the propane priest
Propane pipsqueak, sippin' a [?]
Got me feelin' tipsy, off the jiggas I go gypsy
I insert myself into U.S. history
Propane presidency, my next destiny
[Verse 2]
Smokin' on the kushes eating baked beans, Bush's
Propane I was pushing, now I use it for my crack cooking
I can you see you creeping in the bushes
You'll be dead in the bushes
If you get interrogated and do anything but shush
These mixtapes droppin' like flies
I capitalize, monetize, medium rare mob ties
I hypothesize if you butane bastardized
You’ll be paralyzed, you a butane butterfly
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