The Dream
I tip the scales near the fulcrum, rock to the raw drum
Got a wealth of knowledge and game that I can pull from
Gladly share it with you family, open handedly
Knowing what I get back is more than I'd ever plan to see
I still approach it like I just learned about it
Far from new to it, amazing how the word of mouth is
I spit it, spray it, spread faster than I say it
Next live show them kids is asking you to play it
When you, tour the nation of course some buls is hatin'
Ridiculously, statistically, ain't no correlation
Can't compare them guys with whom I can't empathize
Minimize contact with cats who got no enterprise
Clowns rock chains with crowns, tryna claim kings
Tryna find a million different rhymes to day the same things
They English majors with the metaphors and similes
But I'm a mathematician adding insults to injuries
I'm a simple man, all I do is chill and make jams
Y'all thought I failed, nah that's always been the plan
I put out music when I want, I am the machine
You waking up from nightmares or you living the dream?
I'm living the dream, bul I'm living the dream
What could be better than this? ain't nothing I seen
Mix balance and harmony with some peace of mind
I'm living the dream homie I'm living just fine
I got a flow, dangerous as Alaskan fisherman
Make classic music with some passion twisted in
Sick thoughts we bring the pain that's chiseled in
Putting a ass whippin' on your masochistic friend
It seems you like it, I can tell how you recite it
Word for word verbatim, took notes and surveyed them
Wack cats get sliced diced and pureed them
Wear'em like a trophy round town and parade them
We ain't no Mummers, more like Stubblefield funky drummers
You don't wanna stumble in this field full of hunters
Cut throat rhymers walk through swinging the tomahawk
Then hit the strip club wear chicks make they vagina talk
Casual conversation, ass shaking, libation
808 quaking, chest feel the vibration
Sooth the savage beast, leave with the baddest piece
Of ass you ever seen a man hook, but this is catch and release
I'm a simple man, all I do is chill and make jams
Y'all thought I failed, nah that's always been the plan
I put out music when I want, I am the machine
You waking up from nightmares or you living the dream?
I'm living the dream, bul I'm living the dream
What could be better than this? ain't nothing I seen
Mix balance and harmony with some peace of mind
I'm living the dream homie I'm living just fine
Got a wealth of knowledge and game that I can pull from
Gladly share it with you family, open handedly
Knowing what I get back is more than I'd ever plan to see
I still approach it like I just learned about it
Far from new to it, amazing how the word of mouth is
I spit it, spray it, spread faster than I say it
Next live show them kids is asking you to play it
When you, tour the nation of course some buls is hatin'
Ridiculously, statistically, ain't no correlation
Can't compare them guys with whom I can't empathize
Minimize contact with cats who got no enterprise
Clowns rock chains with crowns, tryna claim kings
Tryna find a million different rhymes to day the same things
They English majors with the metaphors and similes
But I'm a mathematician adding insults to injuries
I'm a simple man, all I do is chill and make jams
Y'all thought I failed, nah that's always been the plan
I put out music when I want, I am the machine
You waking up from nightmares or you living the dream?
I'm living the dream, bul I'm living the dream
What could be better than this? ain't nothing I seen
Mix balance and harmony with some peace of mind
I'm living the dream homie I'm living just fine
I got a flow, dangerous as Alaskan fisherman
Make classic music with some passion twisted in
Sick thoughts we bring the pain that's chiseled in
Putting a ass whippin' on your masochistic friend
It seems you like it, I can tell how you recite it
Word for word verbatim, took notes and surveyed them
Wack cats get sliced diced and pureed them
Wear'em like a trophy round town and parade them
We ain't no Mummers, more like Stubblefield funky drummers
You don't wanna stumble in this field full of hunters
Cut throat rhymers walk through swinging the tomahawk
Then hit the strip club wear chicks make they vagina talk
Casual conversation, ass shaking, libation
808 quaking, chest feel the vibration
Sooth the savage beast, leave with the baddest piece
Of ass you ever seen a man hook, but this is catch and release
I'm a simple man, all I do is chill and make jams
Y'all thought I failed, nah that's always been the plan
I put out music when I want, I am the machine
You waking up from nightmares or you living the dream?
I'm living the dream, bul I'm living the dream
What could be better than this? ain't nothing I seen
Mix balance and harmony with some peace of mind
I'm living the dream homie I'm living just fine
Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Wood
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