American Confidence
The guy had ice in his beer, the first warning sign
He was talking, buying the dip, about his crystal wife
He's in the industry, he's in the industry
He's on a sunseeker, you're on a 360
Sell his son for a number, pull morality under
Figures he still wonders, which one's pink?
He's got that American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ordained snake oil suit, televangelist
What with demons in a tube?
Of course, he flies private
He's in the industry, he's in the industry
Yeah, he can cure your pain, cost you 1350
He's got a kink, but it's divine
Speaks to God on a hotline
TMZ for a post life, so in sync
A vicious kind of opulence
He's got that American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That American confidence
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit rises to the top
Caught up in the rhythm
Now you can't stop
Now you just can't stop
Shit rises to the top
Caught up in the rhythm
Now you can't stop
Now you just can't stop
