Dreams

Lyrics

Verse 1: Golden Boy Graveyard shift, as the crickets make chitter At the driving range, with a full damn twixer And a chick named Lindsay Lohan With me on this slow jam Paint it like a picture Grass stained pants getting dropped Like a no-talent bitch from her label Hold hands in the cold sprinkler under space Gold, taste lotus famous naked ho fades away Slow replaced with digital cassette tapes Rollin, little more rigid to embrace though original Listen for existence of the soul in the rhythmical Feel it and say so Wait ninety-eight mighty laid in the cove The crack crib is swimming with underage kids Laid back running my Jib, when the raid came rapping with rick Aka abtin We stayed lampin till a cat aimed a laser at the captain He came out his face We dashed in the whip and escape On the lost highway like skate, skate Change place Sittin up solo at Little Cates and scrape whistle From the old gates when the wind blow Shake, tremble, tremolo, dissembled My mental only present in the vessel of a ghostly or spectral Attendee, then the scene met me Recognize me, Mike, Echo on the wet beach With a trifecta of beefs, in sweats, tees Heat weather, must been set in a better season For summer steez Wanna hug him but my steps touch nothing And the breath not coming from my speech Guess I must just watch, dumb clockin Echo In the flesh, when it clicked and I said yo "You shouldn't be here" then, giddy with fear Tempted to giggle and give him three cheers didn't reach ears But he turned to stare back as if aware that Undercover spy hoverin he laughed from the other side Son I was affixed in his sight Shuddering, his eyes was the color of night He beckoned, but where he go I couldn't follow To a better tomorrow To a better tomorrow Hook: Golden Boy Yo I feel like I might fall Like I might not be able to awaken And like the night call They keep saying my name G, it ain't a dream, it's your life waning Verse 2: Golden Boy First there was nothing, just puffing in the wings Once pacing, waiting for the stagefront rushing Racing and picking my brains to think of page lengths Or lyrics and and hearing my name ringin the beer Is on the House Exchange pounds with Twyson and Goser both help me To show em' how LP roll now If it's no crowd, throat not healthy, or low sound fidelity The hell with celebrity I hope it goes well Now the season switch up like the color of leaves from trees Suddenly I'm seated in bitch thundering speed Sub tweeters buzzing the deep kicks The team 6 stuffed in a whip Destination is the question I guess Never the less we puff and recognize Second cousins of the clique, live insider's Brother sir valiant and marc, well It's heart spellin out my heart but you can start it with the LR I wonder why I never tell her how I felt and As the car fell apart, my cells disembark It's just marks fading Names carved in the bark With a sharp blade shine dulling Every line aging in the park pine numbing A mind state of mine dark Time running like blood through my veins And the stars wink one by one They extinguish as the sun rise Till the day comes when its done why? Am I struggling so hard to roll large stones high Up a steep road to touch skies Far above from my gloves, arms are tired My eyes shut, seeing much sharper in my sleep and lie clutchin blanket Armor hangin in the chill breeze and transform within a ill dream into a shank tip Just language, slang to the anguish It's just something for you to bang when you languish At last I saw a comet, flash from beyond this Overcast mass and I'll be on it And that's the ticket, ride upon the brilliance of your wish And split skies get it to the limit (yeah) That's the ticket, ride upon the brilliance of a Wish, and split sky get it to the limit (to the limit) Hook: Golden Boy Yo I feel like I might fall Like I might not be able to awaken And like the night call They keep saying my name G, it ain't a dream, it's your life waning (x2)