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So Tired You Can't Stop Dreaming
Quelle Chris
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I came up on both sides like DeLorean doors
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
Beside yourself with anger all inside you with thought
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When bro was flippin' birds, I was scriptin' words
I admired the fraud, thinkin' chaos was my design by default
Habit or hat trick, being on the fence this long requires practice
Hi, my name is Gavin, I got a couple habits for the rhyme redacted
Would only complicate the motives
Keep on sweatin' like cold sodas
The best stories ever told never written
Couldn't sit and find the words for 'em
Deep cuts heal the listener
Quicker than it heals the man bleedin' when he wrote it
Few would choose to sing a silent opus
Lead or leave your feet up on the sofa
If I take your knee you know
I'll give it back with interest for the culture
Tryna find my rhythm per the day
What more could he say?
When a flame's done torched up all in his way
A dozen-year slave, two dozen is a day
Mulligan and cornbread muffins with the gravy
My parents made marijuana babies
And my momma don't smoke, and she don't eat bacon
It's no swining and dining for me
Keep a eye on the prize and a eye on the grief
Sis say, "It's the diamonds for me"
Got a lot to set aside when I dive in the deep
Popeye with the green, gotta love that chicken
Yellow bricks of gold on the road, heels clickin'
Take a nigga home, no alcohol in my liquid
Pass the resolve and the path got friction like a motherfucker
None other than my own mission
I admit, I was on some bullshit
I was sprinklin' the grabba, sprinklin' some more in
Like my brother big MIKE say, it's war in my pen
Self-care is like chores for within
And when the course get tough, ain't no force in the wind
Finna snap like stacks with the jazz like Shepp
One-on-one with myself and I been above the rim
Navy Blue the natural, trust it's actually him
Got features like a statue, match him with his kin
And you know I'm keen when a nigga meet his end
And the screen read "Fin," infinity
This the never ending story of a dream
In might, misery, might, misery
Light flickering on and off in the crib
Mustn't be a dream, this is real life
All in between the two ends of a spectrum
I landed where I'm destined to be
The never-ending story of a dream (dream)
In might misery
I came up on both sides like DeLorean doors (Light flickering)
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
Beside yourself with anger all inside you with thought
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
If Heaven's got a ghetto, Hell's got a resort
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