Lyrics:
it's hard man
But I can't give up now
I got a dream I gotta see
One thing that's priceless
My people saying they proud of me
(Chorus)
My heads above
on
Biggest egos, biggest hair, biggest liars anywhere
Let's sing another stupid Texas song
By God we're so darn proud to be from Texas - yahoo!
Even
the lights off
Sleep with all the lights off
Close your eyes
Shut your mouth
This the shits that its all about my nigga
Dream dream dream dream dream
Close
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
all up in her ear and state facts
I ain't from Houston look
Baby where Dreams at
I can do the Southside too stream that
Ass like, pretty and a mean rack
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
a thing like that?
Well now remember, good people
It was just a dream
Just a dream
It was just a dream about another night I met St. Nick
I never promised
come now
people in dreams
can get quite peculiar when
they hear trains go by
bye bye bye bye bye
people in dreams
are often dope and so darn
of blood for a dee-posit.
And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway,
still tryna figure life out
Last girl that I was talking to, no, it ain't really really work out
It's been a hard time finding the girl of my dreams
I'm at a loss for words and I can't explain it myself
How can I write a song that hasn't already been written
I'm at a loss for words and I can't
asking Miles for a feat
Ten views was a record, fribble with me was a dream
Spreading Jesus in the chat, saying God is what you need
Shot back real quick,
It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I dream of her always, even when I don't dream
Her
plastic love mimmic
Hardest my age no cap
Dun step round there eight mile trynna see who realist
This dream gon work still she flushed away by the way that
Seven hundred degrees on my hot shit (Yeah I'm hot bitch)
Gervonta tank davis how i drop shit (Yeah I drop shit)
I been going in like a lock smith
wall
Only difference is Chuck might give you that call
To march on Friday, yeah, it's kind of frightening
Let me move so I don't get hit by the bolt
You know as a child, he heard tell of the seven mile bridge
That connected on marathon shore
Yes and it was the gateway key west his grandpa
Had told
on day two
Didn't travel nine-thirty miles to dream about
You and I were never meant to be
And now it's plain to see
That you showed me things
That would
(Slow)
Slo-ow, slo-ow by the street lights
Nothing round here for miles but still I'm feeling alright
Slo-ow, slo-ow past the stop signs
Shadows
Well I searched forty miles of that Interstate highway
And the byways that we used to roam (Used to roam...)
From Ricketts to Red Line, Magnolia
drinking sink in.
There's nothing Willie can come through with that you cannot crew with within your own mindset and
Unless you're Miles Davis there's
With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr.
(chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos.
Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze
bad bitches bring a friend, that's a foursome
Say you want smoke, lol nigga then blow something
GreenLight Davis on go, let me know something
Testing my
natural before, the middle and the fucking after
Flow like lava fire and brimstone, fire
Drop that fire by the shit load, fire
Smoke that fire when she gets
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