Dreamin’

Lyrics

[Intro] It's Big Waves [Verse 1] It's been a long road, in my late twenties I thought life should've been over already So how do I know where to start? When some how I'm still here, but at one point I didn't have a friend in the world Because I burned so many bridges, it's good thing that I come from Pittsburgh I found a way to change my thoughts then my heart followed, and stopped treatin' people how I felt about myself When I was confused about how to make it in this world, and it got dark early at five and I felt hollow I walked through alleys to feel my heart pump in thе tall shadows I'm the only thing that haunts the park I'm the Yеllow Ghost, when I die, you'll see the spark of the blunts on Happy Hill where Wiz sold eighths in a rose gold P chain, so I cut the price of my own by five dollars I just want to share these stories and never take time off it You hate on imaginary people on Instagram, why bother? All this work, findin' time to hate another man only gets harder Pray to our Father we prosper, that's the only reason I'm still clean after almost never wearin' a condom I'll never miss drivin' pounds in the car with a chest like a Reebok pump outside of Columbus It started in South Oakland in Vans with gum bottoms Stuffin' a brown paper bag under that couch to set the alley on fire and walked away so nonchalant Five minutes later we heard the sirens [Chorus] Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream I just want to read something beside the grams on the screen of my scale I just want to see something I never thought I'd see become real I just want to be something I never thought I'd be at age twelve I'll put the work in sprinkle glitter on the flames from my trail The blonde haired kid with a golden heart, that inhaled coke, until his skin had a strange glow, with a yellow tint that was pale Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream [Verse 2] I must be dreaming can't believe I'm even still alive It's William with villain eyes Always knew we were the chosen ones but somewhere along the line lost my self esteem, stopped writing songs, and almost never tried And a friend told me my verse was hard, but I always thought he lied 'Til I saw what he did, and the faith in his heart started to grow in mine Sometimes I get by with a little help from my friends, but our friends start to die, so I get high with some help from these meds look far to the sky Make a cross with my finger from my forehead across my chest, and pray to God that we strive and prosper so these verses will never die Our Father, when I get to Heaven I just want to wear black Tims, play spades, drink beer, and smoke blunts Because Lord knows those Newport's start to take a toll on our lungs The illusion of relief when all it does is the raise the pressure of your blood The pressure of my verse will make you sweat, you know where I claim to be from Point Breeze since I was seventeen and my dad divorced my mom And I saw him once or twice a year, and in those years my only job was full time crime like I'm from the south Introduce you to your new neighbors in the lonely house by the graveyard, tryna write a verse like mine Like a poltergeist I decide which part of the city that I'll haunt Find me on the East Side You might see me walkin' in Highland Park, on the Harvest Moon every hundred years, starting in 2021 [Chorus] Mr. Sandman bring me a dream I just want to read something beside the grams on the screen of my scale I just want to see something I never thought I'd see become real I just want to be something I never thought I'd be at age twelve I'll put the work in sprinkle glitter on the flames from my trail The blonde haired kid with a golden heart, that inhaled coke, until his skin had a strange glow, with a yellow tint that was pale Mr. Sandman bring me a dream Take me from Hell