Dreams (feat. Slim Buck)

All my life I hurt everyone I loved In exchange for some drugs And to hang with my thugs And I would go to the mall And just stare through the glass All my dreams went sour And all my blunts turned ash I know I got these little problems I know you're probably sick of hearing Everybody all up sick And my momma got a hearing She gon' go away for a while I'ma try to fake my smile But these old hoes and they new clothes And they do the same for a while Hotels on hotels Been drunk for four days straight Just seen my ex She don't like the way I'm losing weight I ain't seen my pops But somehow I feel the weight And I ain't been myself But somehow I'm feeling great When I'm all alone by myself With a blunt of weed and a sour face Yes I love you, but I can't stay You ask why, but I can't say I ate first Momma didn't Uncle dealing Catchin heat Running from the feds Red dot on his head That's the past Homeboy grew up like that I didn't get my own choice Except don't turn into that Told me all of my boys That's a story about when I young I was going down a path that was wrong I had to shape my mind all on my own Daddy helped me his influence was strong I have seen some things I shouldn't Rolling with the boys in hoodies On the corner waiting for goodies Black car roll up flashed an uzi Transaction complete Back to the trap Light up the reef "Where you at?" Text from my dad Had to run back That or get beat Later that evening I heard homie got caught speeding He had some stuff in the trunk Didn't give the cop a reason Off to jail to for a good time Shortly after we moved Now I'm here in Texas Starting off brand new These are just dreams of an old past An old past of a young boy Been four years that he's been clean Nothing gonna steal that joy This is not a dream This is not a dream This is not a dream Yeah