| Okay I hide a lot of thoughts like Collin doesn’t need 'em
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| Looking in the mirror like, «What, it wasn’t me… umm»
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| Sliding in the beat like my lyric was a DM
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| Pack a whole lot of seats in that old Colosseum
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| Drinking Hennessy with enemies, messing up energies
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| Think about a better me and know I’ll be him
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| See him in my life like I know I’m gonna meet him
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| And the dreams ain’t achieved unless you go out and you seek 'em
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| And you teach 'em, and you speak 'em, and you eat 'em while you tweak 'em
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| 'Cause they only come true if you believe 'em
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| Stand tall with your, with your head held high
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| 'Cause that’s the only way you’ll ever beat a demon
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| I believe in not believing
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| Leaving joe in the nuke-box since I’m not sleeping
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| Not sleeping with… stop speaking
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| Lots of people here they trying to box me in, they locked me in
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| I’m running out of oxygen
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| I think I’m dreaming…
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| Laying by the lake and I be drifting off
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| I’m lifting off, thinking if the trees could talk
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| I cough, I’m pinching, rubbing on the cloth, it’s soft |
| I’m still sipping something chill, and I can feel the froth
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| Across my upper lip, I thought, «I've had enough of this»
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| So I’m shifting my position now it’s up I sit
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| Said it’s only you and me, and there’s no one in between
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| Guess I’m flowing Mickey D’s 'cause the people loving it
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| So what’s up with this, something in the sustenance?
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| Messing with our heads, how we running and we functioning
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| Thinking, thinking, thinking I’ll be someone then
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| And for what I want, well guess I’m still wondering
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| And I wonder when that I’m gonna wake up from this one
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| Fell asleep on the couch, but I wake up in prison
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| I don’t even try to act like it wasn’t a dream
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| But I’d be lying if I said that it meant nothing to me |