Dreamin
It's like a gift and a curse, I'm offending the monks
And I've been playing my moves on the diamonds of war
Real niggas be wondering where he be
At the same time guarding the tower of eternity
A late night demon and trouble will manifest
I know I'll be a villain, I promise I'll make a mend
Roads empty, me in the garden, I'm less sneaky
Hands in the power, I'm sober, I'm less geeky
Hey, I know you've been calling us, my wife's sleepy
Barely even up when I ask for you, put my heart to rest
Frost like I'm out of breath, too much on my arm, I guess
I don't really get it, but the feeling's taking out my chest
In my city, all my niggas well-spoken
Pain over feeling while he bleeding out choking
It really ain't shit
Really ain't shit
Really ain't shit
Double up the feeling, eight clips
At the same time, burning up a million eclipses
A nigga be copying vibe, but many ain't shit
A nice laugh, a demon be stalking on my confession
Bounce on a nigga, she guarding all my attention
Long been awake and I'll show you I'm so unique
I double up my vision, my shadow be out of state
You hope bright, some of my demons be taking shapes
An old tire of me and my niggas be mobbing late
So I'm heavy and popping it forcefully
One of my city on fire, burn it down until there's one of me
Baby, you got me I won't leave
Too much of my livers, that's why you gotta give me morphine
And I've been playing my moves on the diamonds of war
Real niggas be wondering where he be
At the same time guarding the tower of eternity
A late night demon and trouble will manifest
I know I'll be a villain, I promise I'll make a mend
Roads empty, me in the garden, I'm less sneaky
Hands in the power, I'm sober, I'm less geeky
Hey, I know you've been calling us, my wife's sleepy
Barely even up when I ask for you, put my heart to rest
Frost like I'm out of breath, too much on my arm, I guess
I don't really get it, but the feeling's taking out my chest
In my city, all my niggas well-spoken
Pain over feeling while he bleeding out choking
It really ain't shit
Really ain't shit
Really ain't shit
Double up the feeling, eight clips
At the same time, burning up a million eclipses
A nigga be copying vibe, but many ain't shit
A nice laugh, a demon be stalking on my confession
Bounce on a nigga, she guarding all my attention
Long been awake and I'll show you I'm so unique
I double up my vision, my shadow be out of state
You hope bright, some of my demons be taking shapes
An old tire of me and my niggas be mobbing late
So I'm heavy and popping it forcefully
One of my city on fire, burn it down until there's one of me
Baby, you got me I won't leave
Too much of my livers, that's why you gotta give me morphine
Credits
Writer(s): Kooli Salem, Tolulope Iyere
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