Dreamin
(Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin')
(Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin')
Dreamin'
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired of dreamin'
I'm trying to find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
I am more than my illness
And all the weakness I deal with
And all these physician visits
And brand new prescription pills
It probably really ain't even doin' nothin', man
If it is I still can't feel it
I am more than my disappointment
When they say they don't know how to fix
Most folk can't tell it's broke
Tryna be real about my feelings, bro
While holdin' out hope for healing, though
From the holy one, can I cope?
I been in the pit, and when it gets deep
I weep, then I repeat
Tryna go get it, but still in my seat
Should I just retreat?
I'm more than my failures
If broken dreams is how the movie ends
Then my low hopes is that trailer
Might go berserk, nothing ever works
And it's dark, but what can I tell ya?
Falling's way too familiar
What can I say?
I told them myself like,
"Bro, you remember them days when we was dreamin'?"
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired
How can I be a visionary,
When daily I walk through cemeteries?
Full of dead hopes, man this is scary
To see my ambitions buried
I had to live to whiteness the way
That pain won't leave you the same
Look at my past again
I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed
I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends
And the "My bad"s
Here we go again, and I'm like
"When will it ever end?"
Ay
I'm more than the misunderstandings
And the way that I look from their vantage
I know it, but can I be candid?
It's hard to remember when
I feel like my best just ain't good enough
I take my best shots and put 'em up
Reality break in and call my bluff
Then it takes all my stuff
It don't define me, I feel like it do
And I know it's a lie, but I feel like it's true
But I need his eyes to get in my view
'Cause all I can see is blue
Dreamin'
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired of dreamin'
I'm trying to find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
(That's where I'm at, man)
And what should a dreamer do?
You shoot for the stars but can't see the roof
Yo' body just won't let you see it through
You just can't see what they see in you
Between me and you,
I ain't know if I'd ever make music again
I look at old vids, is that even you?
I heard what I said, is that even true?
Honestly, I don't know how to be
For so long I was set out on sights he'd help me to see
There's a mess on my feet
Am I trying to hard to steer? When its clear?
And my body ain't been workin' right for like, 15 years
I think, but why keep count?
I dream of what to try next and I write checks, but they keep bouncin'
Speed bumps turn into steep mountains
Sometimes I, envy my friends
I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them
And they ask me, when I been?
I been tryna learn how to dream again
I can't act like my dreams compete with him
'Cause what good is a dream?
If it don't submit to the king?
It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing
(Dreamin')
(Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin')
Dreamin'
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired of dreamin'
I'm trying to find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
I am more than my illness
And all the weakness I deal with
And all these physician visits
And brand new prescription pills
It probably really ain't even doin' nothin', man
If it is I still can't feel it
I am more than my disappointment
When they say they don't know how to fix
Most folk can't tell it's broke
Tryna be real about my feelings, bro
While holdin' out hope for healing, though
From the holy one, can I cope?
I been in the pit, and when it gets deep
I weep, then I repeat
Tryna go get it, but still in my seat
Should I just retreat?
I'm more than my failures
If broken dreams is how the movie ends
Then my low hopes is that trailer
Might go berserk, nothing ever works
And it's dark, but what can I tell ya?
Falling's way too familiar
What can I say?
I told them myself like,
"Bro, you remember them days when we was dreamin'?"
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired
How can I be a visionary,
When daily I walk through cemeteries?
Full of dead hopes, man this is scary
To see my ambitions buried
I had to live to whiteness the way
That pain won't leave you the same
Look at my past again
I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed
I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends
And the "My bad"s
Here we go again, and I'm like
"When will it ever end?"
Ay
I'm more than the misunderstandings
And the way that I look from their vantage
I know it, but can I be candid?
It's hard to remember when
I feel like my best just ain't good enough
I take my best shots and put 'em up
Reality break in and call my bluff
Then it takes all my stuff
It don't define me, I feel like it do
And I know it's a lie, but I feel like it's true
But I need his eyes to get in my view
'Cause all I can see is blue
Dreamin'
I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know
I just know I'm tired of dreamin'
I'm trying to find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
(That's where I'm at, man)
And what should a dreamer do?
You shoot for the stars but can't see the roof
Yo' body just won't let you see it through
You just can't see what they see in you
Between me and you,
I ain't know if I'd ever make music again
I look at old vids, is that even you?
I heard what I said, is that even true?
Honestly, I don't know how to be
For so long I was set out on sights he'd help me to see
There's a mess on my feet
Am I trying to hard to steer? When its clear?
And my body ain't been workin' right for like, 15 years
I think, but why keep count?
I dream of what to try next and I write checks, but they keep bouncin'
Speed bumps turn into steep mountains
Sometimes I, envy my friends
I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them
And they ask me, when I been?
I been tryna learn how to dream again
I can't act like my dreams compete with him
'Cause what good is a dream?
If it don't submit to the king?
It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing
(Dreamin')
Credits
Writer(s): William Barefield, Anthony Cruz, Emmanuel Lorenzo Gran
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