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Lincoln Apts.

Nick Grant

Dreamin' Out Loud

2018

you like a fiend loves his addiction, love is worth living
Love is commitment, love is making her your misses 
Loves a gift, love is when she cook

Used to love my Nana's cooking
Always frying food he'd always cook koftas
By now I was a couple foot taller
Tryna be a footballer
By now my mum had got

waters of Yamuna for the whole night.
Hey, gaurd!
Is he speaking the truth to me?
Yes huzoor! That's true.
Yesterday whole night, he was standing in

Disgusted by these rappers man they can't tell the truth
It's 25 to life for that but I gotta shoot
Stitch my finger cuts I'm counting up all the loot
Haters

me fuck if it's the truth
Imma run up a hundred duckin' the 12
While I'm duckin' your bitch she got me sick as Flu (Mmm)
Let me clear my throat
Buy it

learn to kill
Take it back to the fam cook and make a meal
Then you walk away like its not a big deal
On to the next day hell of a segway
Teach your kids

all by your lonely
Same shooter turned witness
Never show the folks the cash
Never show no folks the stash
Respect a man if he deserve it
And never

but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a stake
Remind me of the strips to Ruth chris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint

will get blown
Never  fear at that man, They were raised by a man
meh father was a shotta.
So we bond as one.
They come up with a truth, and I seen what

not even her number
Mo ma kpe iro e  don't tell the truth
If it's lies then where's the proof
Soak your boy fountain of view
Ajebutter gonna give you

Slumber
You bitch ride with me for my maximum comfort
The way I'm proceeding
Feels like I'm in Eden
Living in paradise tempted by demon
I'm covered in

if it's the truth
Imma run up a hundred ducking the 1-2
While I'm ducking your bitch she got me sick as flu
Mmm Let me clear my throat
Buy it by

cook what I'm selling to you
It's the truth!

D: You've taken everything I have so that I can clean my clock
Now I'm a stranger in this game
Without

The fast shit is a gimmick
Tell the truth I wanna spit it slow
You don’t like the way that I
Be rappin’ fuckin’ sue me
I’ma get up on the stage and whip it

man
The game is feelin' unfamiliar
They never value who you are until somebody kill ya
Man, I swear there's nothin' realer, I just speak the truth

Man
I know hell is hot and my wrist is cold
Your bitch a freak, she been ripping clothes
Left a hole in my Gucci robe
But I ain't tripping if the truth

Write (right) a couples hooks i feel like Ali
What a righteous cook , devine what I eat
Prolly ran outta cheeks , but still a Christian that rise

Don't mind me
I'm just smoking reminiscing
You wanna know the truth?
Then shut the fuck up come an listen
You gotta learn
To observe
You got protect your

don't get impressed
By a little cloud or a bit of press
And your vision off track
I don't consider realizin'
On my end of respect
You'll a miserable cause

of it
Bottom to the top I know I'm hot I got the confidence
[Now what did I say man, this guy can cook!]
Ahh, ahh
This a lil hot boy anthem
Hot boy, hot

after, tryna adapt 'cause I'm barely surviving
So tell me what I'm suppose to do?
Wish I could say the fuck with this shit, I'm facin' the truth
But I

kids' minds one
Block at a time
For centuries we left child labour behind
You've essentially trapped them all
Back in the mines!
Won't be fooled by

coppin new shit
This my rock rock cook up the pot
Gimme a pistol and pop pop
Dribble finesse on the block
I'm everything that you not ha, Ha
Fly like

you do

Don't know what the future entails, I just know that truth prevails
I tried actin' cool as hell, I can't even fool myself
I'll make it up