[My Dreamz]

I said no, pay me for the show
Cost me gas to go
What you think you know?
Ima tell you that you don’t
You’re a little ho
Pockets on broke, pockets on swoll
And you’re still a lil

First thing’s first, let’s make it about the words
If I make it about the feelings, then I gotta feel em first
My turn to burn, I’m just waiting on the world
I rehearse, I research every verse you’ve ever head
It’s a blessing, it’s curse, mostly I’m just numb
Can’t say sh*t to me, you literally dumb
I hit the home-run, bases loaded of course
Whole team in and we all gotta score
And it’s gonna be pink when I buy my high horse
Don’t be mad at me because I wanted it more

I bring rap back, smell a rat in corpoRATion
Nickelback to my Nirvana, all of this fake sh*t
All of this basic, all of this fact
I blow it down, let it out and vent on the track
And bring it right back but I didn’t leave
Through all of the seasons I never fell of the tree
And I study my history so I know where we’ve been
Thug life, thug life but change is what he meant
Got a dollar and dream but every buck has been spent
I could never give up, I’m horrible at lent
I’m horrible with rhythm, that’s cuz I’m white
Some prejudice ugly, some prejudice right
Some people they love me, some people they can’t
Understand anything other than sticking to the plan
Make money and die. That’s a whole lifespan
I want a little more, that’s just me man

I said no, pay for the show
Cost me gas to go
What you think you know?
Ima tell you that you don’t
You’re a little ho
Pockets on broke, pockets on swoll
And you’re still a lil

I go stupid, I go stupid, I go dumb with the sh*ts
Anybody who’s anybody know My Dreamz making hits
And I can tell you what it is, but it is what it is
Love how you love, live how you live
Uh, On my hippy dippy sh*t
Trip with my b*tch, this some trippy dippy sh*t
Licky licky on my blicky - Take a photo and a flicky
Tryna get busy, but I’m stoned like a kidney
Tryna get with me, but here’s the thing with me
I leave bite marks, I don’t know about hickies

I said no, pay for the show
Cost me gas to go
What you think you know?
Ima tell you that you don’t
You’re a little ho
Pockets on broke, pockets on swoll
And you’re still a lil
by Genius