When success is equated with excess The ambition for excess wrecks us As top of the mind becomes the bottom line When success is equated with excess
If you're time ain't be nothing for money I start to feel really bad for you honey Maybe honey put you're money where your mouth's been running If you're time ain't be nothing but money
I want out of this machine It doesn't feel like freedom
(chorus) This ain't my American dream I want to live and die for bigger things I'm tired of fighting for just me This ain't my American dream
When success is equated with excess When we're fighting for the beamer, the lexus As the heart and soul breathing the company goals Where success is equated with excess
I want out of this machine It doesn't feel like freedom
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Cause baby's always talkin 'bout a ring And talk has always been the cheapest thing Is it true would you do what I want you to If I show up with the right amount of bling?
Like a puppet on a monetary string Maybe we've been caught singing Red, white, blue, and green But that ain't my America, That ain't my American dream