Dreamy

Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Smoking trees now I'm dreamy
Yeah yeah
Whole lotta shit on my mind
Tryna relax
Me and YS in the studio
Trap in the bando
Me and shawty relax
Pussy chewy fingers sticky
That shit creamy yeah
Yeah yeah
Don't want no stress yeah
I'm cold like a stoner
I had a dream I was on top on the stage
Doing my shit yeah
Bust a twenty we be working hard
Now it's time to chill yeah

Flow automatique
Nous on ne force pas
Je suis né dans ça je le dirai pas deux fois
Le chemin est long on garde la foi
A peine arrivé le regard est sur moi et ta chez meuf chez moi
Je suis dans le terrain pour tout bousiller
Viens pas faire la guerre si tu peux pas assumer
Aïe viens pas faire la guerre si tu peux pas assumer eh eh eh
Mmh aah hey oh no no no
J'ai gravi les échelles ils ont pas idée
Déplacer les montagnes pour y arriver
LSK gang ils ont validé
T'as reconnu la voix ouais c'est YS
Ils font pas le poids sur la vie de ma mère
Je les kill et je laisserai que des os
Ils font pas le poids sur la vie de ma mère
Je les kill et je laisserai que des os
No pain no gain we show no love baby
De retour dans le game pour tout ramasser
Du plus petit au plus grand on va tabasser

Smoking trees now I'm dreamy
Yeah yeah
Whole lotta shit on my mind
Tryna relax
Me and YS in the studio
Trap in the bando
Me and shawty relax
Pussy chewy fingers sticky
That shit creamy yeah
Yeah yeah
Don't want no stress yeah
I'm cold like a stoner
I had a dream I was on top on the stage
Doing my shit yeah
Bust a twenty we be working hard
Now it's time to chill yeah

When I'm high I see ghosts man
I see shadows yeah
Fuck all these hoes man
Lotta fake Gs in the meadow
Tryna detach from reality
A thin line away from insanity
My head spinnin'
Dreamin' bout a life where I'm winnin'
Rollin' in the dough pimpin' in a caddy
Pullin' steezy moves with my catty
Chill fresh spending cash
Summer time in Marrakech
Spending cash yeah
I'm like a cashier
It's a lucid dream I admit it
Packin' the pipe bout to hit it
Like a Beastie hold it and hit it
Then I pop her cherry didn't mean it
It's a lucid dream I admit it
Packin' the pipe bout to hit it
Like a Beastie hold it and hit it
Then I pop her cherry didn't mean it
Like a Beastie hold it and hit it
Then I pop her cherry didn't mean it

Smoking trees now I'm dreamy
Yeah yeah
Whole lotta shit on my mind
Tryna relax
Me and YS in the studio
Trap in the bando
Me and shawty relax
Pussy chewy fingers sticky
That shit creamy yeah
Yeah yeah
Don't want no stress yeah
I'm cold like a stoner
I had a dream I was on top on the stage
Doing my shit yeah
Bust a twenty we be working hard
Now it's time to chill yeah
Now it's time to chill yeah
Now it's time to chill yeah



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Writer(s): Steven Tome
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