Rice Crackers
Dream about bread
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package
Stayin' up late
Workin' in the studio more than I can manage
Walking home
Feeling like a ghost
The city's asleep now
1am 2am 3am starting to blur now
Street lights flickering
Two cop cars on a patrol
And I take the right turn home
I'm cold
Zip
Dream about bread
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package yeah she
Dream about herself
She got a picture in her mind and she's trying hard to paint it yeah
Dream about wealth
Bottom of the barrel I remember when we couldn't even buy bread
Now I get my own bread
And you know what they say
You're a slave to the money if you let it
If you're not made of stone
Then you better not show at all
Like my father used to say
You'll get some scratches along the way
Remember that son
I've seen bad people with a lotta money
I've seen good people with a lotta nothing
I know that's gotta be a mirror of something yeah
I've seen good guys tryna get worse
I've seen bad guys tryna get better
I know that's gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Gotta be a mirror
Gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Gotta be a mirror
Gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Dream about bread
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package
Stayin' up late
Workin' in the studio more than I can manage
Walking home
Feeling like a ghost
The city's asleep now
1am 2am 3am starting to blur now
Street lights flickering
Two cop cars on a patrol
And I take the right turn home
I'm cold
Zip
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package
Stayin' up late
Workin' in the studio more than I can manage
Walking home
Feeling like a ghost
The city's asleep now
1am 2am 3am starting to blur now
Street lights flickering
Two cop cars on a patrol
And I take the right turn home
I'm cold
Zip
Dream about bread
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package yeah she
Dream about herself
She got a picture in her mind and she's trying hard to paint it yeah
Dream about wealth
Bottom of the barrel I remember when we couldn't even buy bread
Now I get my own bread
And you know what they say
You're a slave to the money if you let it
If you're not made of stone
Then you better not show at all
Like my father used to say
You'll get some scratches along the way
Remember that son
I've seen bad people with a lotta money
I've seen good people with a lotta nothing
I know that's gotta be a mirror of something yeah
I've seen good guys tryna get worse
I've seen bad guys tryna get better
I know that's gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Gotta be a mirror
Gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Gotta be a mirror
Gotta be a mirror of something yeah
Dream about bread
But I'm eating rice crackers out the package
Stayin' up late
Workin' in the studio more than I can manage
Walking home
Feeling like a ghost
The city's asleep now
1am 2am 3am starting to blur now
Street lights flickering
Two cop cars on a patrol
And I take the right turn home
I'm cold
Zip
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