American Beauty

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Bright eyes, sky is the limit From the high rise to the country road Whoa! I will say this truly Life ain't no movie But she'll make me work for a heart of gold My American Beauty. Whoa! My American Beauty. Whoa! She's my American… [Locksmith] My American Pie. Such a beauty but truly no comparing you. I Know these other dudes be lying they're just married to pride You lucky I'm not your typical American guy For whatever kind of position you've embarrassed the try For whenever we get together though your parents deny Whether you California live or you chillin' in Chi I stay true. That's a typical American lie My bad I know you got me, even when gets rocky Truly you're one of one. These other bitches is copies Sort of stuck in a daze. No other woman can stop me Sort of stuck in my ways, but really look where it got me (uh) The bright lights (uh)the big city (uh) she stay down (uh) and ride with me (uh) Ain't got to front y'all can clearly see, could be anywhere in the world but she's her with me With those… [Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Bright eyes, sky is the limit From the high rise to the country road Whoa! I will say this truly Life ain't no movie But she'll make me work for a heart of gold My American Beauty. Whoa! My American Beauty. Whoa! She's my American… [Locksmith] Am I devoted? (Yes) Without motive? (Yes) When you around, nobody else Imma notice. (Unless) You give me reason I'm out, an uneven amount A side look, and that's the reason I doubt I'm not tryin' to put you in pressure But I see what it's ‘bout But I feel a different impression When it's me and you out And you show me a little love I purchase it like a drug Got the whole world hooked And that's the reason we out And, I sort of feel like a fiend Sort of feel like it's mean She flirting with other lads It's killing my self-esteem It's killing my confidence I'm hanging on by a string My beautiful nightmare My bright American Dream (And uh) She's so bad (But uh) She's so pretty (And uh) She's shut down (But uh) I'm so privy Y'all can hate, but it's clear to me She's been everywhere in the world but she's still with me With those… [Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Bright eyes, sky is the limit From the high rise to the country road Whoa! I will say this truly Life ain't no movie But she'll make me work for a heart of gold My American Beauty. Whoa! My American Beauty. Whoa! She's my American… [Locksmith] I feel a chill when I turn from her Feel it build. I'm concerned for you Feel like these jealous Try to keep you on your toes But there's a lot we can learn from you Word from you in a text You're not one to be controlled You're not easily impressed I'm not tryin' to get you home I just want to see you blessed Karma don't understand That's why you always seem stressed They try to judge you for the things you've done Like they never been hurt, never been young Regardless of circumstance, still advance But it's not a movie You're my American Beauty