Gasoline Dreams
OutKast Lyrics


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Woo, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
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Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)

Uh, all of my heroes did dope
Every nigga 'round me playin' married
Or payin' child support
I can't cope
Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will
And that's that, sport, sport
Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
With kids, whoa-whoa
The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance
Now, time to dig, low, low
To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
Ya wit me, say, "shit, 'sho, 'sho"
Now let me ask y'all this

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

It's shitty, Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
While my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time
On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice
That's if you're racist or you're crooked
Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weigh it up or cook it
You gotta charge the world 'cause over a million people took it
Look at me, I'm outta your jurisdiction, now you lookin' stupid
Officer, get off me, sir
Don't make me call L.A., he'll have ya walkin', sir
A couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city
But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
About these youngsters amongst us
You think they respect the law?
They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
And giving the youth the truth from this booth
And when we on stage, we scream
Don't everybody, everybody

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go

Yeah, huh, officer for the most high
You touch me, you touch the apple of this eye
If they kick us out, where will we go?
Not to Africa, 'cause nann one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
Still eatin' pork
Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death (death)
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgment day
Hip-hip-hooray
Mystery, Babylon the great
The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
The lake of fire is callin'

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold




The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go, woo

Overall Meaning

The song "Gasoline Dreams" by OutKast is a critical commentary on American society, particularly its tendency towards ignorance, racism, and greed. The song's title is a metaphor for the rampant consumerism that dominates American culture, as the smell of gasoline is a common representation of excess and waste. The song also touches on themes of socioeconomic inequality, police brutality, and the struggles of young people searching for their place in a world that offers few options.


The chorus of "Gasoline Dreams" asks a rhetorical question: "Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?" This question serves as a framing device for the rest of the song, as each verse explores a different aspect of American life in which excess and waste are celebrated, but the consequences of those behaviors are ignored. The lyrics reference apple pie, a quintessential American food, and the metaphorical "highway up to Heaven" as examples of this culture of excess. However, the song also condemns this way of life as unsustainable and harmful, particularly to those who are marginalized and oppressed.


Throughout the song, OutKast also references the struggles and injustices faced by black people in America. The lyrics mention "dope" and drug busts, which highlight the racial disparities in drug enforcement and sentencing. The song also references police violence, with the line "fuck the ho-lice" expressing anger and frustration at a system that perpetuates racism and corruption. Overall, "Gasoline Dreams" is a powerful critique of American society that challenges listeners to examine their own values and behaviors.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Isn't the smell of gasoline appealing to most people?


Well, burn, motherfucker, burn, American dreams
The American way of life is marked by flames of destruction and chaos.


Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
Isn't apple pie everyone's favorite?


We'll snap for your slice of life, I'm tellin' ya why
We'll fight for the chance to live our lives the way we want to.


I hear that mother nature now on birth control
The world's natural resources are dwindling rapidly and it seems like it's intentional to some.


The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
Even the most ruthless and cold-hearted people crave human connection and love.


The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
The path to success and happiness is often run by corrupted people.


Youth full of fire, ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go (woo)
Young people who are full of passion and enthusiasm often feel stuck and aimless.


Uh, all of my heroes did dope
Many of the people I admire and look up to have indulged in drugs.


Every nigga 'round me playin' married
Everyone in my circle seems to be tied down by relationships and responsibility.


Or payin' child support
Or dealing with the consequences of having children.


I can't cope
I'm struggling to deal with the realities of adulthood.


Never made no sense to me, one day I hope it will
I don't understand why people are so caught up in settling down and having a family, but maybe one day I will.


And that's that, sport, sport
That's just the way it is, there's no changing it.


Pray I live to see the day when Seven's happily married
I hope to live long enough to see my friend Seven find true happiness in marriage.


With kids, whoa-whoa
And start a family of his own.


The world is moving fast and I'm losin' my balance
The pace of life is overwhelming and I'm struggling to keep up.


Now, time to dig, low, low
It's time to retreat and find some stability.


To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up
To a place where things can only get better.


Ya wit me, say, "shit, 'sho, 'sho"
Are you with me? Say yes, of course.


It's shitty, Ricky Stratton got a million bucks
It's frustrating to see certain people have everything handed to them.


While my cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing Fed time
While other people struggle and suffer through harsh consequences.


On a first offense drug bust, fuck the ho-lice
The police can't be trusted and are corrupt.


That's if you're racist or you're crooked
If you're either a racist or a corrupt cop, then this applies to you.


Arrest me for this dope, I didn't weigh it up or cook it
I'm being punished for someone else's actions.


You gotta charge the world 'cause over a million people took it
You can't just punish one person when so many others are guilty as well.


Look at me, I'm outta your jurisdiction, now you lookin' stupid
You have no power over me and your actions are foolish.


Officer, get off me, sir
You can't just use your authority to bully me.


Don't make me call L.A., he'll have ya walkin', sir
I have connections that can help me fight back against injustice.


A couple of months ago, they gave OutKast the key to the city
We've been publicly recognized and celebrated for our art.


But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity
We may have achieved success, but we're still subject to the same unfair rules and regulations as everyone else.


About these youngsters amongst us
Let's talk about the young people in our community.


You think they respect the law?
Do you really believe that young people have respect for the law?


They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin'
They see themselves as misunderstood and mistreated, while also loving our music because we speak the truth.


And giving the youth the truth from this booth
We use our music to educate and enlighten younger generations.


And when we on stage, we scream Don't everybody, everybody
We use our music and platform to bring people together and call for change.


Yeah, huh, officer for the most high
I answer to a higher authority than you.


You touch me, you touch the apple of this eye
If you mess with me, you'll feel the wrath of something greater than yourself.


If they kick us out, where will we go?
If we don't conform to society's standards, where will we fit in?


Not to Africa, 'cause nann one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
We can't go back to Africa because we're not accepted as part of their community.


Still eatin' pork
We still engage in behaviors that are detrimental to us despite our struggle for acceptance.


Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Eating pork is a sin and a disgraceful act.


Penalty for violation is death (death)
There are consequences for straying from what is considered acceptable.


Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgment day
There will be dire consequences for anyone who challenges the authority of a higher power.


Hip-hip-hooray
Ironically, we celebrate things like mindless consumerism and superficial success.


Mystery, Babylon the great
Our society is shrouded in mystery and filled with sins.


The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled
Our society must fall in order for prophecy to be fulfilled.


The lake of fire is callin'
We're all on a path towards destruction and punishment.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Willie Edward Knighton, David A. Sheats

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