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Light a match, let it burn Smell the essence of exquisite herbs We are all products of the earth Just to grow we need a little dirt When you're winning they pay attention When your're walking through the struggle they'll never mention ya Keep the grass real low so you can see the snakes Now that you've been through the fire you know what it takes Count em out, line em up, knock em down Even when they expect you to fall A flag at a half stand means nothing at all Stare through my Balenciaga, sipping on Henny I swear to God nothing can break or bend me What you know about Basquiats or riding Bentleys Who are you to judge In this city of love When were only just American dreaming When were only just American dreaming When were only just American dreaming What's giants when you know you've got just one stone to throw You gotta fight When you're hungry for it all You know you got an appetite SongtexteNothing's fair when you play in this game of war Can't be scared, face it, head on, buckle up Want my position, then prepare for the collision Count em out, line em up, knock em down Even when they expect you to fall A flag at a half stand means nothing at all Stare through my Balenciaga sipping on Henny I swear to God nothing can break or bend me If you're not with me now Then you're against me Who are you to judge In this city of love When were only just American dreaming When were only just American dreaming When were only just American dreaming Aus Songtexte Mania