DREAMS
FEAT. TERMANOLOGY
Yo
I'm feelin like rock bottom's an open floor
When I'm tryna get my foot in 'fore they close they door
See I told the Lord I'd never sell my soul for this
But I'm thinkin we can make a deal for both of us
Let me focus I took an oath only sinners know
I'm finna blow but I'm clock watchin the minutes slow
I had to learn that the drive is in the vision though
Eyes behind the fitted low finish line is the pinnacle
Motha fucka it's funny until I break ya nose
Back to the basics rockin Aasics wit the basement flow
I was eight years old dreamin bout fellatio
My teachers told me to use my imagination though
See I was raised alone thought to be an anomaly
Prolly because the modesty honestly I'm a prodigy
Lie to me and I'll read between the lines like in Geometry
Pardon me for my knowledge and rhymin in terminology
What can I do, oh
It it it was all a dream
It was it was all a dream It was it was all a dream
As we hang on to our dreams
Wooo
Ology
Here we go I'm feelin like rock bottom is my everyday
My notebook is scared of this pain and chase my pen away
I meditate and I pray searchin for better days
It seems I rather go blind but I ain't Etta James
More like LeBron with them shiny rings on
I pray to God I get to see his Kingdom when I'm gone
Is you a pawn or a King a diva or a Queen
Or is ya story in Purgatory between
Fuck you mean you only write for the cream
This millitary issued dollar rifle is green
I'm like a sniper in the night in a trifle regime
Should have listened to your teacher take advice from your Dean
Enlightenment mixed with righteousness it's like a machine
And travel to the afterlife on a light in a beam
Starin down from the mezzanine as I invented schemes
Steppin out my nightmares cause I heard it's better to dream
What can I do, oh
It it it was all a dream It was it was all a dream
It was it was all a dream As we hang on to our dreams
What can I do, oh
It it it was all a dream It was it was all a dream
It was it was all a dream
As we hang on to our dreams