Dreamz
Now tell me, have you ever had a dream, so vivid that it haunts you?
A cycle on repeat like your demons are tryna taunt you
Start talking to yourself coz there's no one else you can talk to
You start to lose your mind and hold onto hope that you'll find it
Now I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz
I said I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking Dreamz, running from my Dreamz
I get puzzled by my own sequence, constructing self destruction
A prisoner to mental, my mind becomes an asylum
A silent thought can incite an entirely new frame of mind
Or incite an apocalyptic triptych, perhaps depict what's missing
I dealth inside myself of answers
Introspective perspectives can help or leave you dyslexic
You end up on a journey without a sense of direction
Observing my subconscious in hopes that I correct it
You know they say a bad excuse is better than none, And yeah the truth is
I don't have one for choosing a path where you aren't included
Sometimes I see you holding that child that you lost at 17
She'd be about 2 years old, so was that fate or destiny?
Inclined to blow up, the button that rewinds these memories
My partner told me keep your bread up like this world's a bakery
Multiplication of malace in vital moments
I'm subtracting shawtys that think I'm bout to divide my focus
Finally onto something, they want everything but they offer nothing
Its in your hands, you determine if it was all for nothing
Plot an escape from the place that Im situated in
I'm on thin ice with my Jordans, I ice skate with them
World's caving in, I'm sky walking, there's no saving them
From the mother city but he don't carry a cape with him
Son of disaster, son that you raised up to call your Master
Who gets what hes after, and has the final laugh
Now tell me, have you ever had a dream, so vivid that it haunts you?
A cycle on repeat like your demons are tryna taunt you
Start talking to yourself coz there's no one else you can talk to
You start to lose your mind and hold onto hope that you'll find it
Now I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz
I said I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz nigga
A cycle on repeat like your demons are tryna taunt you
Start talking to yourself coz there's no one else you can talk to
You start to lose your mind and hold onto hope that you'll find it
Now I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz
I said I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking Dreamz, running from my Dreamz
I get puzzled by my own sequence, constructing self destruction
A prisoner to mental, my mind becomes an asylum
A silent thought can incite an entirely new frame of mind
Or incite an apocalyptic triptych, perhaps depict what's missing
I dealth inside myself of answers
Introspective perspectives can help or leave you dyslexic
You end up on a journey without a sense of direction
Observing my subconscious in hopes that I correct it
You know they say a bad excuse is better than none, And yeah the truth is
I don't have one for choosing a path where you aren't included
Sometimes I see you holding that child that you lost at 17
She'd be about 2 years old, so was that fate or destiny?
Inclined to blow up, the button that rewinds these memories
My partner told me keep your bread up like this world's a bakery
Multiplication of malace in vital moments
I'm subtracting shawtys that think I'm bout to divide my focus
Finally onto something, they want everything but they offer nothing
Its in your hands, you determine if it was all for nothing
Plot an escape from the place that Im situated in
I'm on thin ice with my Jordans, I ice skate with them
World's caving in, I'm sky walking, there's no saving them
From the mother city but he don't carry a cape with him
Son of disaster, son that you raised up to call your Master
Who gets what hes after, and has the final laugh
Now tell me, have you ever had a dream, so vivid that it haunts you?
A cycle on repeat like your demons are tryna taunt you
Start talking to yourself coz there's no one else you can talk to
You start to lose your mind and hold onto hope that you'll find it
Now I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz
I said I'm running from my fucking dreamz, practically escaping me
Running from my fucking dreamz, running from my dreamz nigga
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Writer(s): Khauhelo Komane
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