Bad Dream
I just woke up, tell me today gon' be different I'm tired of feeling this pain
Tired of putting this liquor inside of my system, I'm tired of popping these pinks
And these women so annoying, I feel they all the same
I know they only want my pockets, no remorse for them
They wanna hear my emotions more but it get so intense
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going but we know common sense
Chilling, she going through my phone to find out it's another bih
They spinning, posting all they moves a real real master splinter
See me I sleep in cars I trap harder then 'em
Was a young nigga shooting my dreams, now I'm like harden nigga
If the shit don't make me green imma call it, quit it
Cause I got people I gotta feed and I'm just making dinner
You gotta put that shit in they face if they don't wanna listen
I had to put a nigga in his place he wanted to catch a bid
Growing up watched what I say, I learned from being bad
I was writing songs in school, I always hated class
Why these bitches think they 10's because they shaking ass?
Tell all these niggas get off my dick I swear you niggas fags
This not half the shit I'm tired of, its really sad
I lost Twan I lost myself I'm trynna get em back (cmon)
I try not to fall in love cause I get so attached
She had asked me what I want?
I want my soul snatched
And I like a pretty bih with some old class
The type to eat you first date, leaving no mess
And the head put me to sleep but I get bad dreams
I swear I seen another me, but what could that mean?
By the way I look it's ready get nasty
Nigga grabbed the Glock 19 and shot right at me
Why the fuck I'm shooting myself nigga?
Its the fact i'm fighting myself nigga
And I don't never get no help with it
I hope I wake this shit get so scary
I just woke up, tell me today gon' be different I'm tired of feeling this pain
Tired of putting this liquor inside of my system, I'm tired of popping these pinks
And these women so annoying, I feel they all the same
I know they only want my pockets, no remorse for them
They wanna hear my emotions more but it get so intense
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going but we know common sense
Chilling, she going through my phone to find out it's another bih
They spinning, posting all they moves a real real master splinter
(Feel me)
Tired of putting this liquor inside of my system, I'm tired of popping these pinks
And these women so annoying, I feel they all the same
I know they only want my pockets, no remorse for them
They wanna hear my emotions more but it get so intense
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going but we know common sense
Chilling, she going through my phone to find out it's another bih
They spinning, posting all they moves a real real master splinter
See me I sleep in cars I trap harder then 'em
Was a young nigga shooting my dreams, now I'm like harden nigga
If the shit don't make me green imma call it, quit it
Cause I got people I gotta feed and I'm just making dinner
You gotta put that shit in they face if they don't wanna listen
I had to put a nigga in his place he wanted to catch a bid
Growing up watched what I say, I learned from being bad
I was writing songs in school, I always hated class
Why these bitches think they 10's because they shaking ass?
Tell all these niggas get off my dick I swear you niggas fags
This not half the shit I'm tired of, its really sad
I lost Twan I lost myself I'm trynna get em back (cmon)
I try not to fall in love cause I get so attached
She had asked me what I want?
I want my soul snatched
And I like a pretty bih with some old class
The type to eat you first date, leaving no mess
And the head put me to sleep but I get bad dreams
I swear I seen another me, but what could that mean?
By the way I look it's ready get nasty
Nigga grabbed the Glock 19 and shot right at me
Why the fuck I'm shooting myself nigga?
Its the fact i'm fighting myself nigga
And I don't never get no help with it
I hope I wake this shit get so scary
I just woke up, tell me today gon' be different I'm tired of feeling this pain
Tired of putting this liquor inside of my system, I'm tired of popping these pinks
And these women so annoying, I feel they all the same
I know they only want my pockets, no remorse for them
They wanna hear my emotions more but it get so intense
Sometimes I don't know where I'm going but we know common sense
Chilling, she going through my phone to find out it's another bih
They spinning, posting all they moves a real real master splinter
(Feel me)
Credits
Writer(s): Loe Loe
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