| Nightmares in reality
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| Like a fucked up dream
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| Nightmares in reality
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| I’mma bust bars hard 'til my chest breaks up
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| Let my lungs get wrecked with the taste of the puff
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| Trust, I blaze 'nuff green with some real rough teens
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| Come to my neck of the woods, it’s like a fucked dream
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| Nightmares in reality, and it’s really sad to see
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| Most won’t survive when they’re stepping to the baddest beat
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| And if you think that you’re different
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| Put your ear to the speakers and just listen
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| That’s the sound of the beast
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| Rolling down your street with a blunt and a fat sub
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| Not a sandwich, I’m talking about vibrations
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| That’ll shake 'em till they can’t stand up
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| Feel your knees get shaky
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| Vibrate with the bass until your mind gets hazy
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| Too many zoots is bound to do that
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| So I’m gonna strap two fat zoots, here, blaze these, HA!
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| (Nightmares in reality)
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| Never mind the bass, bruv
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| You can tell I’d rather blaze a couple 8ths up, standard
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| FIFA and some bait dubs, they go down a treat
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| But my conscience is telling me «Bruv, what you’re doing is nonsense!»
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| Where you gonna get if you sit there toking zoots
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| Staying in the game by a thread, cause I told you
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| You need to get yourself checked out
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| Cause your mind is much too wrecked right now
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| Will not resort to injecting the brown
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| But still the green’s much too much right now
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| Gotta give that shit a rest so I can digress
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| And the nightmares don’t stay stuck in reality
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| Might flare up if I keep building up the cheese
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| Bound to get tough while bringing these rough beats
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| Watch me come through bussing bars
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| Leaving the nightmares stuck in the past like my sanity
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| (Like a fucked up dream)
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| (Nightmares in reality) |