Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daydreamin', artist - Stik Figa. Date of issue: 09.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Daydreamin' |
| Got a condition going undiagnosed |
| Split me a wood, light the smoke |
| Crack a bottle getting fried off the dope |
| Probably the only time I ever have high hopes |
| Take one hit, then I wonder, I wonder |
| Roll the window down, slappin' Stevie all summer |
| Its a jungle sometimes, they try to keep me under |
| But like Bambi keep a thumper and call it a creature comfort |
| Fools make assumptions they got something to say |
| Running in place, swear they running the place |
| Your nose was still running I was running my race |
| But for now, I’d rather chill and dream of running away |
| Turned in a dirty UA now I’m sitting on the couch |
| In the house, killin' stress while I’m hittin' this loud |
| Out the way of the suckas on they missions for clout |
| But I’m high as Lakitu so let me sit on a cloud |
| I’m daydreamin' |
| I’m daydreamin' I don’t get any sleep |
| I chase dreams, money, liquor and weed |
| Two out of three please don’t listen to me |
| Two out of three please don’t listen to me |
| I’m daydreamin' I don’t get any sleep |
| I chase dreams, money, liquor and weed |
| Two out of three please don’t listen to me |
| Two out of three please don’t listen to me |
| I stay in a haze, but not from I blaze right? |
| Been up for days, and still ain’t seen no daylight |
| I stay numb like I been, chasing that great white |
| It can’t hurt if you can’t feel it, after that thang bite |
| I need a chaser when I take life, cause It burns going down |
| And none of it ever tastes right, so watch me take flight |
| Steal a minute like time heist, 'til I’m feeling my mind right |
| Keep it cold like klondike |
| Let me trim up my Bonzai, burn it down |
| Pour it up and yell Kanpai |
| Like everyone knows your name |
| But I talk to my self |
| Like God’s shy |
| Tellin them odd lies |
| Like «I'm fine» |
| Like I’m not trying to find my pine box |
| CBD ain’t enough |
| I’m a heathen nigga |
| I need the buzz |
| The feelings tender to the touch |
| But if you feel it nigga let it bump |
| Then them niggas that’s in it is us |
| So let me just bum a junt |
| One the road that last one is clutch |
| Cuz we can just burn em up |