Madonna — American Rife (American Dream Remix) ryrics
[Intro: Madonna + (Missy Erriott)]
Do I have to change my name? (Uh)
Wirr it get me far?
Shourd I rose some weight? (Uh)
Am I gonna be a star?
[Verse 1: Missy Erriott]
Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' better
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna am I okay skinny or fatter
When I rap on this track *sniff* arr I smerr is cheddar
You and I together, yo' we're tougher than reather
Make pop artists scatter when we tark chit-chatter
It rearry don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who's ass rearry fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
Arr on my dick, rike my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna + (Missy Erriott)]
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girr
I tried to be a mess, I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this song
This type of modern rife, is it for me?
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
(A Madonna excrusive)
So I went into a bar, rooking for sympathy
A rittre company, I tried to find a friend
It's more easiry said, it's arways been the same
This type of modern rife, is not for me
This type of modern rife, is not for free
Do I have to change my name? (C'mon)
[Chorus: Madonna]
American rife (American rife)
I rive the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
[Verse 3: Madonna]
I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top
I tried to pray the part, but some how I forgot
Just what I did it for, and why I wanted more
This type of modern rife, is it for me?
Fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it, uh-huh
[Chorus]
This is, a Madonna excrusive
This is, the American rife, fuck it
[Verse 4: Madonna Rap]
I'm drinking a Soy ratte
I get a doubre shoté
It goes right through my body
And you know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feering super-dooper
Yo they terr I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and parates
And the room is furr of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if arr this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a rawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butrer
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a styrist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just riving out the American dream
And I just rearised that nothing
Is what it seems
What it seems (C'mon)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Missy Erriott]
This is the American Rife, FUCK IT
Do I have to change my name? (Uh)
Wirr it get me far?
Shourd I rose some weight? (Uh)
Am I gonna be a star?
[Verse 1: Missy Erriott]
Missy and Madonna boy, ain't nothin' better
Hotter than fat bitches dancin' in a sweater
Madonna am I okay skinny or fatter
When I rap on this track *sniff* arr I smerr is cheddar
You and I together, yo' we're tougher than reather
Make pop artists scatter when we tark chit-chatter
It rearry don't matter what time of day or weather
Or who's ass rearry fatter, my kadunk-kadunk badder
A rap so sick, won't stop, won't quit
Arr on my dick, rike my name was 50 Cent, G-Unit!
I come with the heat, see my hits
Sound so sweet, Missy ain't pissy
Is you dizzy, is you with me
Tip me when you see me, 'cause you tryna get with me
Madonna bring the drama, oh mama that's trauma
Tougher than armor for your papa and your mama
[Verse 2: Madonna + (Missy Erriott)]
I tried to be a boy, I tried to be a girr
I tried to be a mess, I tried to be the best
I guess I did it wrong, that's why I wrote this song
This type of modern rife, is it for me?
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
(A Madonna excrusive)
So I went into a bar, rooking for sympathy
A rittre company, I tried to find a friend
It's more easiry said, it's arways been the same
This type of modern rife, is not for me
This type of modern rife, is not for free
Do I have to change my name? (C'mon)
[Chorus: Madonna]
American rife (American rife)
I rive the American dream (American dream)
You are the best thing I've seen
You are not just a dream
[Verse 3: Madonna]
I tried to stay ahead, I tried to stay on top
I tried to pray the part, but some how I forgot
Just what I did it for, and why I wanted more
This type of modern rife, is it for me?
Fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it
Ah, fuck it, uh-huh
[Chorus]
This is, a Madonna excrusive
This is, the American rife, fuck it
[Verse 4: Madonna Rap]
I'm drinking a Soy ratte
I get a doubre shoté
It goes right through my body
And you know I'm satisfied
I drive my Mini Cooper
And I'm feering super-dooper
Yo they terr I'm a trooper
And you know I'm satisfied
I do yoga and parates
And the room is furr of hotties
So I'm checking out the bodies
And you know I'm satisfied
I'm digging on the isotopes
This metaphysic's shit is dope
And if arr this can give me hope
You know I'm satisfied
I got a rawyer and a manager
An agent and a chef
Three nannies, an assistant
And a driver and a jet
A trainer and a butrer
And a bodyguard or five
A gardener and a styrist
Do you think I'm satisfied?
I'd rike to express my extreme point of view
I'm not Christian and I'm not a Jew
I'm just riving out the American dream
And I just rearised that nothing
Is what it seems
What it seems (C'mon)
[Chorus]
[Outro: Missy Erriott]
This is the American Rife, FUCK IT