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Dreams
I could tell you what love feel like really feel like dreams
Don't know what it means
Don't know if it's working
The year 2k23
And the fits too clean
My sister hit 19
And I missed her birthday
Make your wish tell her make your list Imma get your gifts on Christmas
Drop my hits and I take my spliff when I bake it's not your business
No witness
Won't stress if I sip my citrus
Don't text if I'm with my mistress
Don't flex if you missed your fitness
Don't flex if you missed it
Bro been pressed telling me I don't text I been needing more rest too restless
I believe in my checks my checklist
Tell him we blessed
Selling my thoughts I'm selling my chests
Swear I give em my heart and they giving me stress
Giving my best cause I live in my art to deliver my message
Too many too faced gotta hide my cards never show my ace
Wouldn't ride my board wouldn't whine her waist
Couldn't drive my cars couldn't win my race
Tell him I'm first
Thoughts too rich I ain't selling my worth
Sending my worst if a hitta try diss me
Turn a man history swiftly
Tall Racks so I Tellaman miss me
Fall back I ain't never call back and I'm betting my plaques she'll kiss me
Fools talk, but they never be next
Do more say less
Never gon find Apostle
Niggas be lion Mufasa
Tryna go find the sauce
Tell em go fly Mombasa
Tell em go abroad
Kinshasa
Said the world is yours
Cape Town touch down had to skip my city cause they biting my sound
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Room 502 rarely round my crowd
Still I'm chillin' with a view
She a dime not mine and you know shit loud
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Still I'm chillin' with a few real niggas who ain't never gon switch
Lights off and the power just dipped
Been a minute since I met up with the realest swear I miss em if they listen then Im happy as a bitch
Who just met me
Tripple texts never trippin bout the ex or the extra
No hands how she ride no tesla
Full marks if I found her test
Two sparks and it's down my chest
Two takes and it's on my roster
Too fake too many imposters
No breaks cause I need to go faster
I told him that age is a lie, boy it's all in the mind
From young I've been thinking on fossil
From young I've been getting my pasta
I could tell you what love feel like really feel like dreams
Don't know what it means
Don't know if it's working
The year 2k23
And the fits too clean
My sister hit 19
And I missed her birthday
Make your wish tell her make your list Imma get your gifts on Christmas
Drop my hits and I take my spliff when I bake it's not your business
No witness
Won't stress if I sip my citrus
Don't text if I'm with my mistress
Don't flex if you missed your fitness
Don't flex if you missed it
Bro been pressed telling me I don't text I been needing more rest too restless
I believe in my checks my checklist
Tell him we blessed
Selling my thoughts I'm selling my chests
Swear I give em my heart and they giving me stress
Giving my best cause I live in my art to deliver my message
Too many too faced gotta hide my cards never show my ace
Wouldn't ride my board wouldn't whine her waist
Couldn't drive my cars couldn't win my race
Tell him I'm first
Thoughts too rich I ain't selling my worth
Sending my worst if a hitta try diss me
Turn a man history swiftly
Tall Racks so I Tellaman miss me
Fall back I ain't never call back and I'm betting my plaques she'll kiss me
Fools talk, but they never be next
Do more say less
Never gon find Apostle
Niggas be lion Mufasa
Tryna go find the sauce
Tell em go fly Mombasa
Tell em go abroad
Kinshasa
Said the world is yours
Cape Town touch down had to skip my city cause they biting my sound
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Room 502 rarely round my crowd
Still I'm chillin' with a view
She a dime not mine and you know shit loud
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Still I'm chillin' with a view
Still I'm chillin' with a few real niggas who ain't never gon switch
Lights off and the power just dipped
Been a minute since I met up with the realest swear I miss em if they listen then Im happy as a bitch
Who just met me
Tripple texts never trippin bout the ex or the extra
No hands how she ride no tesla
Full marks if I found her test
Two sparks and it's down my chest
Two takes and it's on my roster
Too fake too many imposters
No breaks cause I need to go faster
I told him that age is a lie, boy it's all in the mind
From young I've been thinking on fossil
From young I've been getting my pasta
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Writer(s): Lutanda Wilkie
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