Powdered Dreams

Uh, I hang around with fiends sellin' powdered dreams
Yeah (yeah), yeah

Man, I hang around with fiends sellin' powdered dreams
Layin' down to sleep, it clicks and then they now believe
Paint lines depicting victory in strange times
Dreams are unreal and real at the same time

So I never sleep with a light on
Embrace that energy that they hide from
Pythons tight grip wide fist life is just a trip

I wanna make the most while I still can
Real badly seekin' adrenaline
Feel bad, never reapin' the benefits
Dumb head buried deep in the elements

I remain in the flames and the smoke
Twist around, I change and evolve
You hung yourself with that chain that you hold
Blistering heat that came from the cold

Pick me up, I'm feelin' low
I've been since a week ago
I just need some beats to roll
I sit and hug this speaker, so

I'm feelin' it now, we involve in the freezin' cold
Hands are numb, can't even hold
I'm seemin' young, I'm feelin' old
(Ah) feelin' old (yeah), feeling old (ah)
Seemin' young, I'm feelin' old

(Yo) it's right there in my mind, real and the fake are intertwine
Is it that I've been so blind, ego trippin' trickin' my mind?
Fallin' back into patters destructive when it happens
I'm cluckin' and cravin' for something I shouldn't have

Huffing 'em magical fumes up on a planet consumes
Snoozing the valley sing the blues in an alley
Beg for change, head in pain, less the bane of my existence
I flicked on a light, the dream is over!

Pick me up, I'm feelin' low
I've been since a week ago
I just need some beats to roll
I sit and hug this speaker, so

I'm feelin' it now we involve in the freezin' cold
Hands are numb, can't even hold
I'm seemin' young, I'm feelin' old
Feeling old, feeling old
Seeming young, I'm feeling old (old)

Seeming young (old), I'm feeling old (old)
I'm seeming young (old), I'm feeling old (old)
I'm seeming young (old), I'm feeling old (old)
I'm seeming young, I'm feeling old



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Writer(s): Thomas Conning
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