Dreamin
Dreaming' so hard, pull my heart out a can Playin' with my butter, this shit Peter pan
Look at the way that I run it up, hit the teller up Yeah, when I'm pullin' out bands, cop me a zip for hobby, ayy
All of my niggas catching' bodies, ayy Look at my nigga, he gone of a eighth
Smokin' the gas, he tryna escape Drinkin' and pleadin', the pain won't stay, uh
Uh-huh, dreamin' I woke up, I'm havin' my way Damn, I'm feelin' too good, yeah, is it love in my heart
Where's the artery? Where the snake shed? It bothers me
And I'm lookin' through lens, my life like a ring
All of this shit don't mean a thing, uh, yeah
Uh-huh, catchin' me juggin', you know I know
All of these bows, they go for the low ayy Coppin' the zip, this shit on the floor, yeah
All of my team, they gettin' on, yeah
Plays keep on calling my phone, where you get it
Is it the feds? You know I ain't wit it slide by my house, you hope I ain't in it
meet the reaper, I bet you going off tickets Get four five,they no where to get it
mention the bag, include specific I wrote that stone out
That shit was in hieroglyphic's, 54 bands and I don't know if I climb to the top
I get it, I was that man, my time I don't need a watch, I fit it
All these diamonds protect me with a Glock And I am a animal, never stop
I swear I'm a animal, never stop
Uh-huh
Look at the way that I run it up, hit the teller up Yeah, when I'm pullin' out bands, cop me a zip for hobby, ayy
All of my niggas catching' bodies, ayy Look at my nigga, he gone of a eighth
Smokin' the gas, he tryna escape Drinkin' and pleadin', the pain won't stay, uh
Dreamin' I woke up, I'm havin' my way Damn, I'm feelin' too good
Is it love in my heart? Where's the artery
Where the snake shed It bothers me And I'm lookin' through lens, my life like a ring
all of this shit don't mean a thing
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Look at the way that I run it up, hit the teller up Yeah, when I'm pullin' out bands, cop me a zip for hobby, ayy
All of my niggas catching' bodies, ayy Look at my nigga, he gone of a eighth
Smokin' the gas, he tryna escape Drinkin' and pleadin', the pain won't stay, uh
Uh-huh, dreamin' I woke up, I'm havin' my way Damn, I'm feelin' too good, yeah, is it love in my heart
Where's the artery? Where the snake shed? It bothers me
And I'm lookin' through lens, my life like a ring
All of this shit don't mean a thing, uh, yeah
Uh-huh, catchin' me juggin', you know I know
All of these bows, they go for the low ayy Coppin' the zip, this shit on the floor, yeah
All of my team, they gettin' on, yeah
Plays keep on calling my phone, where you get it
Is it the feds? You know I ain't wit it slide by my house, you hope I ain't in it
meet the reaper, I bet you going off tickets Get four five,they no where to get it
mention the bag, include specific I wrote that stone out
That shit was in hieroglyphic's, 54 bands and I don't know if I climb to the top
I get it, I was that man, my time I don't need a watch, I fit it
All these diamonds protect me with a Glock And I am a animal, never stop
I swear I'm a animal, never stop
Uh-huh
Look at the way that I run it up, hit the teller up Yeah, when I'm pullin' out bands, cop me a zip for hobby, ayy
All of my niggas catching' bodies, ayy Look at my nigga, he gone of a eighth
Smokin' the gas, he tryna escape Drinkin' and pleadin', the pain won't stay, uh
Dreamin' I woke up, I'm havin' my way Damn, I'm feelin' too good
Is it love in my heart? Where's the artery
Where the snake shed It bothers me And I'm lookin' through lens, my life like a ring
all of this shit don't mean a thing
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
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Writer(s): Terrence Powell
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