| Intro: Z-O
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| Dreamer, a little dream for my dreamers
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| Verse 1: Z-O
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| Yo, works a hassle so with my left hand I dabble
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| In words that come grammatical
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| I’m lost but ain’t a no in your dome piece
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| I’m known to spread worm downtown
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| Known as the knotty ill rhyme, ya know how I get down
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| Times are ridged, I’m observing of this zen not wisdom
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| Not giving a same chance to show when to give those hip hop hits
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| Just a unsay who can’t say, what I done said
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| The other did repeat a style like this
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| Not get acquitted
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| Cuz it’s my nature, I’m just a smooth operator
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| Each and every day routine, cool fiend should be exerted
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| I write it down with a purpose with intent
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| And it did, and imprint and watch the contents of this
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| Peep the passage as I lay back, spending my system
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| In a chair that was built for very little whack shit
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| Dreaming of act and run offs one day yellow to sun up
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| And say I made it hey just not today
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| Hook: Z-O
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| I be dreaming a little dream of dreamers
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| Dreaming a little dream of dreamers
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| Verse 2: Z-O
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| I look at life through my HDM
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| And I live life far as more than the better me provides
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| Bumping these diamond covered halos
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| Third second angels
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| And then go far as I adjust remain mood like you
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| But I’m not like you
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| And I ain’t tryna say I’m greater
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| Cuz then that’s a great debate
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| And I don’t have time to be hating
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| But by no means and I’m not kicking my mad flavor
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| Hear me out no doubt, the mesmerized third left is not
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| I me or maybe them the better I get
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| The more ill I am, when I play jam too
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| Hear out my every vocal, I’m solo
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| And if it’s cannabis ambulance half of the yolk
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| Demands of it it talented activists on this rapping ish
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| Imagine it, the style alone will carry me pass the brander man
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| Yeah
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| Hook: Z-O
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| I be dreaming a little dream of dreamers
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| Dreaming a little dream of dreamers |