Lyrics:
will this Red Sea part
Need that ATM from Bubblin by Anderson Paak
Working 9 to 5 for millions you'll still choose art?
Panic attack the world's in so
doo doo
Shoutout to j cole we gon meet one day
I aint got time to be sad and mope
Maybe for a day or two but always got hope
Im hip hop's offspring you
Intro
(Woman speaking on the phone)
Soulie
(Darker days ×2 and humming, I've sinned ×2, I've seen brighter, brighter days and darker, darker days
a broke bitch I'm sorry must have confused it
I recognize that life is a dream, and I dream lucid
I'm a dr martin king on LSD and the cool shit
Cool whip
we're lined up in the field by 2
I got homies being lined up in the field by 2
And every time I go to the courts, I'm being judged by my appearance as if
nobody is equal,
I can’t be a part of something so deceitful!
[Hook]
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am not driven by family or tradition,
I am
acted cool
Back to School
I've acted cool
After I wrote pupils thought it was cupid
But it was stupid and my dreams are lucid
It was the other guy pretty
part a plan
Once upon a Forest made us have a crazy dream
Megan sobbin at the table now
She couldn't touch a thing I mean
Any dream possible if it's
here
2: Clothes Of Sand
Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand,
Who has taken you far from my land,
Who has said my saying were wrong,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
even got the life support
Machines shook to keep you breavin
I'm beef increasing, bees season
You can peep my 8 by 10 photos
In the 1-20 prison
I'm
roof is
I can really do this, busy making music
R.I.P. to Juice Wrld, my Dreams are staying Lucid
Big fish in a pond, I'm about to prove it
Yo, I can
to lemonade
Sippin' in imported Sake
All the nightmares and dreams are reality now
Lucid don't exist anymore
Long nights, Henny-poured
I should call my little
a dough
Could get you bailed out next
Morning with all my possessions
Hit a burnout in the middle of Buck Camp
Been up 2 days, I really re-processed
Come
is scary
Sinking, settling too, I'm angry
See the rest of me moving daring?
Seeking anything moving greatly
Evenings, hella dreams, lucid caring (I
to remind you not to do that
Playing by the rules I say screw that
I'm giving you a hit of this new rap
Breath deeply!
I'm just tryna break even
Keep a part
What we remember is the stupid things
When you talk your voice is pulling on my Cupid strings
I'm obliged to tell you this is truly my most lucid dream
your dreams so stay lucid
Aim shoot the stain ruger at your dwelling melon leaking brain fluid
Drain sewage excrement and bad raps
I rap bad you rap sad
have to vent I turn to music
The dream world is the real world so I’m lucid
I’m not story telling this is all facts
My music holds all my deepest secrets
your two cents
The truth is,
everyone of my dreams is lucid
Everything that I see is fluent, everything that I breathe is music
Everything that I need is
The phantoms haunt you in ya lucid dreams
Your cracking all around the seams
The sleeping pills ain't working judging by the screams
Fuck the pills take these,
shit's blurry
I should be resting my eyes, Bill Murray
Ground Hog Day for the rest of my time
Woah, woah, woah
What the fuck could 2 cents get me
In a cut
you for life, and I'm willing to die
This is all a part of my dreams
Maybe one day
Baby imma be a Popstar
Drive around in London in my brand new sports
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