american dream

I drive across the desert goin’ to LA a car full of stuff and haven’t slept in days I’m moving 115 or maybe faster can’t stop for nothing
I get to LA and I’m in heaven got everything

I want in my cabin I start walkin’ down the street meet a peeps and have some fun I stop at a store and get some gifts this place is tight.
A week goes by and I’m still fly, all bummed I got to head out everything I did was bomb. I cruise already in a caddy and have the music up laud.





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