Belly – American Nightmare Lyrics

“American Nightmare” is the lead single from Belly’s twelfth commercial mixtape, Mumble Rap 2. He first played a snippet of the song through an Instagram post on March 13, 2023, in which he announced its release date on Eid al-Fitr, which is after Ramadan.

American Nightmare Lyrics by Belly

[Part I]

[Intro]
What we’ve seen here today has been absolutely disgusting
For the first time we’re watching a war happen somewhere the people look like you and me
Blues eyes, blonde hair (Hit-Boy)

[Verse 1]
I’m Donnie Darko (Woo), I’m drunk (Ayy)
Swerve down a dark road (Yeah)
How fast can the car go with a trunk full of cargo? (Woo)
I pull off in Barstow (Barstow)
I call up Carlo, he call up Marco (Allo?)
Bet the drugs got a barcode
Man, this shit done made my heart cold (Woo)
Pull up, I’m makin’ a drop off (Skrr)
She mad that I’m makin’ a stop off (Bitch)
I’m in the drop gettin’ topped off (Woo)
She never wanna get droppеd off (No)
I put the Molly on her tongue (Ayy)
Shе said it burn just like hot sauce (Whoo)
They lettin’ them shots off (Bah-bah-bah)
Now they tapin’ your block off (Brr)
Give a fuck how you feel (How you feel), you ain’t real, you a knockoff
Even your own bitch know that you all on my dick, hop off
Five mil’ for the Cali’ crib, middle finger to my old neighbors
I put out an album called IMMIGRANT, I’m in the country with no papers (Shh, haha)

[Chorus]
Said if there’s smoke, I’ll be right there
All of my dawgs don’t fight fair
I’m the Arabian dream, ho
I’m the American nightmare
They left me to die in the darkness
I was ahead by lightyears
I’m the Arabian dream, ho
I’m the American nightmare (Nightmare! Who’s this? Why you’re dressing like this! Who do you think you are…)

[Verse 2]
Shut the fuck up, let me ride in silence (Shh)
With a whole magazine, ho, I subscribe to violence (Bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah)
She stackin’ up money, yeah, but she rackin’ her mileage (Rack it up, rack it up)
She payin’ for collagen but she won’t pay for college (She won’t)
I ain’t no Nostradamus, he thinkin’ he got him a goddess (He got him a what?)
All of these model Madonnas just look like each other, I promise (Ha)
She askin’ for Birkins, but really she twerkin’ for dollars (Ayy)
I ain’t judgin’, I’m just bein’ honest

[Chorus]
Said if it’s smoke, I’ll be right there
All of my dawgs don’t fight fair
I’m the Arabian dream, ho
I’m the American nightmare
They left me to die in the darkness
I was ahead by lightyears
I’m the Arabian dream, ho
I’m the American nightmare
[Part II]

[Verse 3]
Woo, woo
Yeah
I reach the top then I free fall
Dawg, my life like a seesaw
They really thought I would fade away
Fuck ’em all, I’ma ball ’til the league call (Yeah)
Bitch, you a hater by default (Bitch)
Got a heart full of sea salt (Ew)
I’d die for the shit that I’m livin’ for
Lord, my life like a metaphor (Woo)
Every day, I wake up and the world different (Woo)
Dark addictions, really have my nerve twitchin’ (Woo)
Had my momma cryin’ and my girl trippin’
Quit the pill poppin’ and the syrup sippin’ (Damn)
Fuck it, I took some L’s (Well)
But losin’ yourself is the worse sickness (Woo)
Jealousy, envy, the worst mixture (Yeah)
Enemies actin’ like family, feel like the devil in church with you (Lord)
Gotta pray, man, this shit is the real deal
I married the game (Ayy)
But the wedding just ended up lookin’ like Kill Bill
I hold no ill will (Lord) but your shit doesn’t feel real
Who got the juice? I used to shoot, bitch, fuck around and I still will