When success is equated with excess

The ambition for excess wrecks us

As top of the mind becomes the bottom line 

When success is equated with excess



If your time ain't been nothing for money 

I start to feel really bad for you, honey 

Maybe honey, put your money where your mouth's been running 

If your time ain't been nothing but money



I want out of this machine

It doesn't feel like freedom



This ain't my American dream

I want to live and die for bigger things 

I'm tired of fighting for just me 

This ain't my American dream



When success is equated with excess

When we're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus 

As the heart and soul breath in the company goals 

Where success is equated with excess



'Cause baby's always talkin' 'bout a ring 

And talk has always been the cheapest thing 

Is it true would you do what I want you to 

If I show up with the right amount of bling?



Like a puppet on a monetary string

Maybe we've been caught singing

Red, white, blue, and green

But that ain't my America,

That ain't my American dream