Lyrics:
for the day
Lookin' lookin' for a way to turn the page
If this is the dream, was I made by America?
Or product of those PBS characters
A product
I'll prove I'm here to save the day
Here in the concrete
We wait out the long weeks
Get faded form bomb weed
Move calmly
Staying Beyond Free
The asphalt
they gone by the morning
Finest form when I'm talking
I perform like I'm roaring
In the jungle when it's pouring
Am I a falling star calling
To my God
either made by myself or designed by polo
The clay that I was raised on is dark the color is rojo
Took the team out fashion week soho like yolo
2500 In
zoed
Let goo
I can't let go by any means I'll get my doh
Fuck you think nigga I'm a ghost
Pour up red then pour up purple
I'm getting toasted
In broad
able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time
I've got a lot of dreams
fucking dreams chase me
Man, I manifest with ease, man, this shit is crazy
Our thoughts form from the sound of the universe
Our thoughts form from the sound
just in my dreams
So I step aside entering my prime
My adolescence went by
Decided to go on
And didn't even stop to say hi
And I know growing up
Is part
worthy or a mention
Surrounded by all these pretty women
But still don't got a wife in the kitchen
So fuck being patient, we need to blow up (Now)
We think
One in the morning when you waken
You’ll find your every dream has taken form
There’ll be joy christmas day will come to
Life because of you
You are
feel like we evil so we kill our people
Without a second thought, in every lesson taught by OGs
We full of real nigga wisdom, so we proceed
Like real
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
you ain't got no dreams to chase
Who embedded in your psyche that you can procrastinate and still be great
What you think you gon' be saved by
able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time
I've got a lot of dreams
The ripples in a lake form the waves that lap the shore. Your thoughts they do the same and overflow your life and something more. Dream. Dream. Go
to you
I wonder why you thought of me
But if you dropped by to say hello
I wonder what you'd think if you'd see me
An old ragged high school
your mommas proud 2X
Let's do this for the people
Let's do, let's do it now
Back in a day when I was a teenager
Before I had status in a true way
which would explain
cll the pain that I feel in my bones day to day
Still awake at 2 am, and these thoughts just aren't quitting
Baby girl want me
able to stand
I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand
The days are longer and it seems like I'm facing time
I've got a lot of dreams
purpose. One day he had a dream, where he was wandering alone over the hills near his home. Unhappy because he was alive, after being resurrected by his
Uh
Looking back on life like a guy who's 97
But I wasn't even alive in 1997
Such a young'n that I can't remember 9/11
Now it's 2020 and I'ma make
when the death sticks came in, hand me
This mega large nigga tried to brand me
I thought the mega blast to enemies
Then my mind aged to centuries
for me and you both
[Verse Two]
1997, November I had bad days in my life
It looked like that was the worst
Niggas shot my round like a dog
Left him for
in 1997 in December I was causing global warming,
The way I was crying I was releasing colossal amounts of pollutants,
Growing up young I was made fun
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