Dreams

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, Gift of Gab Sultan of the slickest back Droppin' something heavy Tip your richter back Live and direct I bet the scripture make your picture crack All in HD Cowboys, Killahs, Diplomats Ladies, Lord sluking loner from the A We got a good thing going But for confirmation Let's just the studio audience Amen On the pulpit, talking bullshit Selling dreams Pulling wool lids on lil' kids And grown folk, I So it seems we've been sold Selling dreams, visions Whatchu be seeing? Feeling like water off this DMT Beaut-i-full like EZ P's Mind blowing Straighten out your beady beads Hot coma You 'bout to love it Stockholmin' Syndrome Puppets So in love with this bullshit Play me some bullshit Play that new bullshit That's my shit Finna smoke this little weed while I blast my shit [Verse 2] Frankly, I'm getting tired of the bullshit How does one stay inspired from the bullshit? You run yo city, but you never leave your neighborhood That's like popping addys Getting wired just to bullshit Uh I mean, our dreams ain't no different Money, Good living, but in all my dreams I get it I don't dream about a lemon You be dreaming tryna get yourself a fixed plate You be dreaming 'bout your sixth straight mixtape Fuck yo mixtape! Fuck yo dreams You peaked at 15 You should of quit in the tenth grade! Fuck yo dream Fuck yo dream Fuck yo dream Aye [Verse 3] Fuck you mean? You don't fuck with Crown homie? I be in the lounge, but I don't lounge homie That's an all day grind 'til it's ground No sleep Yeah, whatchu call that? Dedication, right? All I see is these walls and these lights keep flashing Kaleidoscope and these killers out here is speak- keep clashing I write and I smoke Smoke then I write In no particular order Create the rhythm Slay the rhythm Tipple and brick the mortars And I don't take orders I abide them laws of life The bars of life Food for thought True, by the wisdom teeth And the jaws of life So baby get it how you get it I can't judge I just pray yo game and goods don't result in the loss of life But that's a dream Third eye pimpin' And I'm hoeing out jewels every word I mention You need to cop some gator slippers And a mink smuggie And get some beauty sleep 'Cause you know God don't like ugly- Sweet Dreams! [Outro] Luke, Chapter 22 Verses 21 through 23 But behold, the hand, the one betraying me Is with mine, on the table For indeed the Son of Man is going As it has been determined But woe to that man by whom he is betrayed And they began to discuss among themselves Which one of them it may be Who was going to do this thing