| Look out the window, see past it, but we’re fainting reflections
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| You never laugh like you used to, you’ve got fainter expressions
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| You heading down the wrong path and they changing directions
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| Maybe don’t mention 'bout how I made me your blessing
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| And lately, I question the shit that was taught to me
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| I’m awkwardly stopping these conversations
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| Hey, how long you waiting till the day you wake up and thank God you made it?
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| I don’t like to dwell, but man, I gotta say it, don’t like my songs but you
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| still gotta play it
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| Don’t like your road, just N.W.A., Dr. Dre it
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| Stop contemplating and stop complaining
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| And recreate it, actually, don’t recreate it, be creative
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| Reached the place, but you still vibing that shit when we replay it
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| Living a life of pain just to alleviate it
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| When you haven’t used nothing but distractions to really take it
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| Yeah, maybe they’ll change when they see we made it
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| We heading out to new platforms and leaving the basics
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| Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
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| Or in some bling or in the drug
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| Or in the things that give us love
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| We’re just tryna find the great escape
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| (We're just tryna find the great escape)
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| We’re just tryna find the great escape
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| (Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay)
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| (I'm snoring all day for dreams)
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| Yeah, my creative process is making progress
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| Despite my background, I haven’t gotten to playing lacrosse yet
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| Don’t you know we got a good thing going
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| I’ve been watching all these shows while I could be showing
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| I’ve been- creeping up on the door, so dangerous
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| You looking at statistics, while I figure how I’m changing them
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| I done learned so many things in my past life
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| Now I don’t give one single shit about the rap life
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| That’s nice, ain’t it? |
| That’s nice to be given advice when I paint it
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| Have twice much the fame, and
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| I can’t- even comprehend that much in the future
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| Hating the teacher, but you loving the tutor
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| Enter the game, I’m a fucking intruder
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| Stealing all these flows, man, I’m stuck as a looter
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| Procrastinating 'cause my fucking computer
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| No willpower, I’m just stuck as a loser
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| Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
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| Or in some bling or in the drug
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| Or in the things that give us love
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| We’re just tryna find the great escape
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| (We're just tryna find the great escape)
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| We’re just tryna find the great escape
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| (Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay)
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| (I'm snoring all day for dreams) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daydreams, Pt. 2 , by - Quadeca. Song from the album Nostalgia for the Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп