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sunny gang – american carnage lyrics

american carnage lyrics
[verse one]
i got a dollar in my pocket and six figures worth of debt
when i roll that dollar bill up i no longer feel upset
or i can throw that dollar bill and get some titties in my face
spend it on a sh+tty dutch and roll a blunt back at my place
take a shot without a chase cause that’s cash i cannot waste
got a ripped two dollar bill, i stash the savings just in case
thinking, “how did i get here?” caught a century of years
tryna make me a career and smoking weed and drinking beers
they feed you lies on golden spoons, deep inside you know the truth
so maneuver through the sh+t and hope they don’t catch on to you

[hook]
i tried to fake it till i made it
my motivation started breaking
middle agers said i’m young and shouldn’t waste it
i said the youth is always wasted
so tell my mama i ain’t growin’ up (nah)
i made my mind up when i sobered up (alright, alright)
cause i had way more fun when i was getting drunk (that’s right, that’s right)
my occupation’s “i don’t give a f+ck”

[verse two]
they said, you should trust us, cause we been there before
i said really? you’re in debt for a degree you can’t afford?
you grew up when guys with phds worked at the grocery stores?
and businesses on main street bought it up and closed their doors
the middle class and safety nets are relics of the past
social security ain’t there to save my ass
anxiety and stress are epidemics in this country
‘cause people value peace of mind less than they value money
[hook]
i tried to fake it till i made it
my motivation started breaking
middle agers said i’m young and shouldn’t waste it
i said the youth is always wasted
so tell my mama i ain’t growin’ up (nah)
i made my mind up when i sobered up (alright, alright)
cause i had way more fun when i was getting drunk (that’s right, that’s right)
my occupation’s “i don’t give a f+ck”

[bridge]
i got bills and debts to pay so pay me first like jefe said
walk that gouda need that kick those bucks and don’t forget the bread
yeah, my palms been itching lately, put that money in my hand
don’t you play me, little man, i got the leverage where i stand
and don’t you talk to me ‘bout greed, i got a family to feed
i got a benz at 63 in my garage that’s stuck on e
i got a million dollar home, was worth two million when i bought it
got a black card in my wallet burning holes in all my pockets
i got a gulfstream g650 and you know that sh+t ain’t cheap
i gotta fly out to the beach, my family holiday’s this week
got+got a racehorse in my barn, i pay some guy to clean its sh+t
and i hate my f+cking job but i just can’t afford to quit, sh+t!

[hook two]
so tell my mama i ain’t growin’ up (nah)
i made my mind up when i sobered up (alright, alright)
cause i had way more fun when i was getting drunk (that’s right, that’s right)
my occupation’s “i don’t give a f+ck”
so tell my mama i ain’t growin’ up (i got a dollar in my pocket and six figures worth of debt)
i made my mind up when i sobered up (when i roll that dollar bill up i no longer feel upset)
cause i had way more fun when i was getting drunk (and the youth is always wasted we’re just tryna [?] in it)
my occupation’s “i don’t give a f+ck” (and i hate my f+cking job but i just can’t afford to quit)

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