Past Dreams

I been living the life it's not right
All the that shit I do it's not the right life
I been living this life like past dreams
All this bad dreams take a part of me
I don't wanna see all the harmony
All the melody the rhythm all inside me
All those doubting me oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no
I be Sipping on this block till I'm riding slow
Ride slow oh my bro we gotta go bro
Yeah we gotta go cus we so close
So close on the road every time we going home
Just gotta be safe yeah bro oh woah oh no no
No no no

Yeah
Yeah

I got dead friends rolling in my pocket
I got dead ends they really couldn't hack it
They get sad get depressed go share it
We got the plan stay lowkey don't share it
Hard work yeah and the proof gon shows it
Tryna bred me but you really don't know shit
You ain't no hustler your just a fucking bill
Damn
Threw ya shit past the window sill
Might go and love myself go cop a grill
Take a tab let it hit and blast of a hill
Man I question myself man it's still nil nil
That's the real score yeah that's real deal
What you gonna do? No one can do it for you
Gotta bless yourself gotta learn to love yourself
Man I left some bad habits so I leave them on your shelf
Focus on yourself real question
You doing it for the health or wealth
Because they ain't the same
And the money ain't company
Time I'll never get back
Won't waste it on a rollie
I would rather go cop it for a homie
Say that I'm greedy you really don't know me
I get lonely someone please hold me
Weight all upon my back
But I promise I won't crack

I been living the life it's not right
All the that shit I do it's not the right life
I been living this life like past dreams
All this bad dreams take a part of me
I don't wanna see all the harmony
All the melody the rhythm all inside me
All those doubting me oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh no
I be Sipping on this block till I'm riding slow
Ride slow oh my bro we gotta go bro
Yeah we gotta go cus we so close
So close on the road every time we going home
Just gotta be safe yeah bro oh woah oh no no
No no no

Anti social but catch me in the local
I got the comfort I got the soco
Lonely boy
They just think that I'm psycho
No amigo but sometimes I go loco
Just be straight I want pounds no pence
No talk just work yeah and that makes sense
Gotta cash in now just to pay out my rent
Ay I don't wanna be rough say and sleep in tents
Got some issues but I stay learning
Medicine in the paper its stay burning
I'm on cloud 10 man y'know I'm always soaring
New style new flex shit ain't never boring

I sense the cracks in the character
Blinding red flags in the aperture
I was colour-blind whilst looking at ya
Saying rose tint lens on the camera



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Stansfield
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