Sandman
Money in my dreams trying to chase it like the sandman
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit will be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
Uh, who will tell me that I'm sleeping?
Who will catch me when I'm zooting
They will monitor my breathing
When that monitor start beeping
I'll feel sick but I ain't stupid
Too much smoke got me polluted
Melt my eyes and see your future
Peel them back and I start looking like the undertaker
Tombstone piledriver, oops now I'm out of rivals
Hardliners never see it coming from a southpaw
Arthritis in my other hand from all this writing with the outlaws
Firefighters pull up to the booth I brought a charizard
Heatwave turning up the block, I'm spitting molotovs
Putting all this pressure from the day into a monologue
We can make it out this planet
Need to pick men like Olimar
I don't move without my troops
My parents from the islands where they always staging coups
Fuck the other groups, I be strong for Mama dukes
They all want the last laugh but I stay amused
Money in my dreams trying to chase it like the sandman
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit could be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
It's the end times, got me feeling like Ganon
Breath of fresh air, now I'm wild with my habits
Talk to God, that's what you do, you Ned Flanders
Crash the whip cute, I'm crash bandit
My soul glow like snow covered dim lantern
Blame my generation living shorter than our parents
Parties ending early from a civil war cannon
Shots loud, cuz we smoked loud, and we sold out
Pour out, need slow down, 'for we burn out
Trying to fix our habits, make some money, need no workhouse
Run routes, send a hail mary on the third down
Screaming if it work out, or we turn to church mouse
Uh, I don't move without my cohort
Cover three and nine, it's the only way to go forward
Uh, heating up they brought a blowtorch
Blues in my palm, when I swing it it got blunt force
Money in my dreams trying to chase it like the sandman
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit could be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit will be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
Uh, who will tell me that I'm sleeping?
Who will catch me when I'm zooting
They will monitor my breathing
When that monitor start beeping
I'll feel sick but I ain't stupid
Too much smoke got me polluted
Melt my eyes and see your future
Peel them back and I start looking like the undertaker
Tombstone piledriver, oops now I'm out of rivals
Hardliners never see it coming from a southpaw
Arthritis in my other hand from all this writing with the outlaws
Firefighters pull up to the booth I brought a charizard
Heatwave turning up the block, I'm spitting molotovs
Putting all this pressure from the day into a monologue
We can make it out this planet
Need to pick men like Olimar
I don't move without my troops
My parents from the islands where they always staging coups
Fuck the other groups, I be strong for Mama dukes
They all want the last laugh but I stay amused
Money in my dreams trying to chase it like the sandman
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit could be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
It's the end times, got me feeling like Ganon
Breath of fresh air, now I'm wild with my habits
Talk to God, that's what you do, you Ned Flanders
Crash the whip cute, I'm crash bandit
My soul glow like snow covered dim lantern
Blame my generation living shorter than our parents
Parties ending early from a civil war cannon
Shots loud, cuz we smoked loud, and we sold out
Pour out, need slow down, 'for we burn out
Trying to fix our habits, make some money, need no workhouse
Run routes, send a hail mary on the third down
Screaming if it work out, or we turn to church mouse
Uh, I don't move without my cohort
Cover three and nine, it's the only way to go forward
Uh, heating up they brought a blowtorch
Blues in my palm, when I swing it it got blunt force
Money in my dreams trying to chase it like the sandman
Close enough to grasp it I'mma keep it in the sandbags
Carry it in spades until I'm standing on landfill
Shit could be a waste if I don't make it out the badlands
Credits
Writer(s): Aamir Mohammed
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