Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Counterfeit Dreams, artist - Ecid. Album song Pheromone Heavy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fill In the Breaks
Song language: English
Counterfeit Dreams |
Yeah, I’m an outsider with inside information |
Instigating insiders with self detonating doomsday statements |
No faith in, predestined product placement |
Im the air Jordan of driving with my eyes closed during high speed chases |
I got multiple revenue streams like a post-sex piss |
These fuckers are road bikes on the railroad, flat broke and impossible to fix |
There’s no shame in selling that ass on craig’s list baby, own it |
I’m the Larry Bird of shooting myself in the foot with my own dick |
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars |
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar |
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water |
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit |
Creepin on a come up with or without Flesh N Bone |
My neighbors hot box the stairway so every day’s a stepping stone |
Check to check, ounce to ounce, never settle to sell my soul for a dead end loan |
I’m the Rocky Balboa of racing grocery carts in heavy snow |
Sending the sweetest of nothings with all the dirty words spelled wrong |
Shout out to all the beautiful couches and cleavage I fell for and fell on |
I never fell off, I just fell hard, cuz I fall fast when all bets off |
I’m the OG Kush of rappers getting cloned and still slept on |
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars |
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar |
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water |
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit |
If I ever win the lottery I’ll probably destroy the winnings |
Just to avoid the fake friends asking me to fund their 15 minutes |
BUT FIRST I’d get a life supply of Chinese food and chicken mc’riblits |
I’m the offshore bank account of post euphoric guilt trippin |
I’m the Tony Montana of bad Spanish accents |
I’m the Steve Zissou of doggy paddling through traffic |
You’re the mass text of hipster scum I try to ignore |
Cuz I’m the Pabst blue ribbon of low standards with high rewards |
The social circle jerk makes me wanna puke on YOU and eat the chunks |
I’d rather be buried alive in quick sand with nothing but my tongue to dig me up |
I go to parties and get drunk with the people I came with |
I’m the Wilt Chamberlin of being on a first date and proposing to the waitress |
If this rap shit don’t work I’ll be the Netflix of dispensaries |
The yoga guru smart enough to put a studio next to a dispensary |
I’m the glass breaking slam dunk, using distractions to steal the game |
I’m just Jason Ecid representin for people that feel the same |
Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars |
Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar |
I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water |
I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit |