Big nuts, pump guns, megalomania
I'm afraid of my guardians
Pickups full of lethal weapons
A lot of shots, a clumsy dance
Big butts, fast food, calory-overdose
I'm afraid of my future look
I want more than to be fattened up
But they condemn the path I took
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Gangsters, preachers and the word of God
I'm scared until Jesus Christ
Invites to a redemption party
Where I am told I have to fight
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
To America
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Big nuts, pump guns, megalomania
I'm afraid of my guardians
Pickups full of lethal weapons
A lot of shots, a clumsy dance
Big butts, fast food, calory-overdose
I'm afraid of my future look
I want more than to be fattened up
But they condemn the path I took
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Gangsters, preachers and the word of God
I'm scared until Jesus Christ
Invites to a redemption party
Where I am told I have to fight
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
To America
I'm afraid of my guardians
Pickups full of lethal weapons
A lot of shots, a clumsy dance
Big butts, fast food, calory-overdose
I'm afraid of my future look
I want more than to be fattened up
But they condemn the path I took
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Gangsters, preachers and the word of God
I'm scared until Jesus Christ
Invites to a redemption party
Where I am told I have to fight
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
If I only was a good Swiftie
I could handle all this crap
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Perfectly pumped with fentanyl
Last night I dreamt that I was a weakened man
Failing to climb up Beverly Hills
Last night I dreamt that I was an American
Brain-washed by some men in black
Last night I dreamt that I was a lucky man
Stars and stripes - I will come back
To America
Writer: Frank Brehm
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Copyright: Lyrics © Music Hub O/B/O GEMA