MADONNA LYRICS
"American Life (American Dream Remix)"
(feat. Missy Elliott)
[Intro: Madonna + (Missy Elliott)]Do I have to change my name? (Uh)Will it get me far?Should I lose some weight? (Uh)Am I gonna be a star?
[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' betterHotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweaterMadonna am I okay skinny or fatterWhen I rap on this track *sniff* all I smell is cheddarYou and I together, yo' we're tougher than leatherMake pop artists scatter when we talk chit-chatterIt really don't matter what time of day or weatherOr who's ass really fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badderA rap so sick, won't stop, won't quitAll on my dick, like my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!I come with the heat, see my hitsSound so sweet, Missy ain't pissyIs you dizzy, is you with meTip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with meMadonna bring the drama, oh mama that's traumaTougher than armor for your papa and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna + (Missy Elliott)]I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girlI tried to be a mess, I tried to be the bestI guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this songThis type of modern life, is it for me?I'd like to express my extreme point of viewI'd like to express my extreme point of view(A Madonna exclusive)So I went into a bar, looking for sympathyA little company, I tried to find a friendIt's more easily said, it's always been the sameThis type of modern life, is not for meThis type of modern life, is not for freeDo I have to change my name? (C'mon)
[Chorus: Madonna]American life (American life)I live the American dream (American dream)You are the best thing I've seenYou are not just a dream
[Verse 3: Madonna]I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on topI tried to play the part, but some how I forgotJust what I did it for, and why I wanted moreThis type of modern life, is it for me?Fuck itAh, fuck itAh, fuck itAh, fuck itAh, fuck it, uh-huh
[Chorus]
This is, a Madonna exclusiveThis is, the American life, fuck it
[Verse 4: Madonna Rap]I'm drinking a Soy latteI get a double shotéIt goes right through my bodyAnd you know I'm satisfiedI drive my Mini CooperAnd I'm feeling super-dooperYo they tell I'm a trooperAnd you know I'm satisfiedI do yoga and palatesAnd the room is full of hottiesSo I'm checking out the bodiesAnd you know I'm satisfiedI'm digging on the isotopesThis metaphysic's shit is dopeAnd if all this can give me hopeYou know I'm satisfiedI got a lawyer and a managerAn agent and a chefThree nannies, an assistantAnd a driver and a jetA trainer and a butlerAnd a bodyguard or fiveA gardener and a stylistDo you think I'm satisfied?I'd like to express my extreme point of viewI'm not Christian and I'm not a JewI'm just living out the American dreamAnd I just realised that nothingIs what it seemsWhat it seems (C'mon)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Missy Elliott]This is the American Life, FUCK IT
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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