Lyrics:
in a casket
Just get your boys and bring the noise
And just swing it
And party people, sing it
Treat me right
I'll treat you good
Kids in the crib
Well, you can hide away honey
In your rock and roll dreams
You can stand by your blue suede shoes
But the party is over
And I'm getting tired
and half later
Betta go and run that by a nigga that aint had paper
Right now my car lookin like A Bippers Dream
5 P's, 120 percs, and a 17
All we know is
when you get cut from a dream and it blows up
And every time you seem to get closer you end up feeding your holes with
The demon that holds you, if you
i'm doing my best
I'm getting my cheese I don't stress bout a check
We party all day and we living so reckless
Ha ha Ha
We on chemical X, We on chemical
WITH NO HAPPY DREAMS, WITH AN UGLY TRUTH
OF HOW TO GET KILLED IN YOUR LIVING ROOM!
Quick as day
Quick as a night
like my poor love seems to be as it
McFly
Where it all started on Harvey
The partys arrived
With a handle of Jack and handful of wax
Yo you'll hardly survive
Then we kickin' it on Cuyler
I'm in this studio with dicypha
Let's get it done
Shut up and trap
Shut up and dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Fascinating huh? whooooo
Moshpit full
thang yeah
Tryna get the party started what I came here to do
Always stunting on ten from the hair to the shoes
I ain't got nothing to prove
I ain't got
lives, it breathes,
it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own.
It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could
ever dream, at least in my case
the stars collide
And your dreams come true
Now sing to me boy
You gotta meet me
At midnight, party
The things I’ll show ya
Won’t tell nobody
A game for
in most dreams
Even if it's just head
She gone want something
Either get what im selling
Or you get nothing
For the coca
She'll do it for the coca
Once in a blue, your dreams come true
If someone's looking out for you
So party on dude, let's buy some booze
Go downtown and get tattoos
Then go
instagram get you in your feelings
And I know we all dream for a million
Man we 'round the same age going through the same things
Man instead of fitting it
to get over you
Baby, you been messing with a real one
Popping bottles, drinking out the top of seals or some'
Still see you inside my dreams, I know I'm
the studio grinding all day
In the gym shooting my shot trynna get paid
If your bitch wanna party I’m staying away
Working hard hitting overtime
Late nights
lean
All of my niggas be riding wit Dracs
And i feel like im meek cause i'm chasing my dreams
Stand on my money
I'm tall as a mother fucking giant
By
trynna get back to you
She trynna get back
She trynna get back
She trynna, yeah
Baby gotta party pack on
Gotta party pack on
On her backside
Baby gotta
Baby-by, baby
Have you ever had a dream so real
That you felt the life you live was fake
And everything that you've encountered
Was the upgrade
Will I get there
I've been gone for way too long
And I've been tryna find my way by home
Will I get there if I make millions
Will I make enough so I
a Dream Unarmed victim at a murder scene
Snap back to Reality Just another Tragedy
The dance floor is gone replaced by cold Concrete
The music slowly fades
Pikachu come with that thunder black and yellow new ferrari
I'm no Kanye I don't like no golddigger at my party
Smoking was my potion stupid smell
and religion is all I need
Grab my hand and
Baby we'll live a hell of a life
Never in your wildest dreams
Never in your wildest dreams
In your wildest
a reason that you're in my head
And if not I'll make one up
Cause I'm good at that shit
You were like a dream
And I didn't wanna wake up yet
Find me alone in
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