| I’m like fuckin' out of it, you know?
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| High as fuck
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| I fell asleep, I gotta wake up
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| It’s like I was just out of it, you know?
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| You could be the shooter, you could get shot
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| Blood or a Crip, niggas slip, niggas get dropped (You know)
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| Yeah, I’m headed to the top
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| When you see in me in the slums, just consider it a pit stop (Pit stop)
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| Yeah, I’m always with the shits, but
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| I don’t see the trip, estate 'rounds in them flip flops (Nah)
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| Shit, I’ll be prayin' five times or
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| Holdin' five nines, let me tell you how I slipped, doc (Let me tell you)
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| I was on a dean with a thirty-eight revolver in my size forty jeans
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| Livin' out the wrong dream (Wrong dreams)
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| Crossed a lot of times, I ain’t die on the stake, so (I ain’t die)
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| What it’s gon' take to see what the Lord see? |
| (What it gon' take?)
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| Know the path of Muhammad and the liquor and the chronic
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| But I’m numb to the word like I’m a Thorazine (I'm numb)
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| Everybody’s a brother (Ayy) until they say they ain’t
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| Love is love, if it ain’t, then I let the four beam
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| Ghost
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
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| Lotta money to make, so let me get to it (Get to it)
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| Lotta thoughts in my mind, let me sift through 'em (Sift through 'em)
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| You ain’t hip to it, forty-five got kick to it (Hahaha)
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| Make music for dope boys, they love to whip to it (They love to whip to it)
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| Tryna show 'em my growth, so don’t stunt it, nigga (Don't stunt it)
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| Sweatsuit got a couple thou of hundreds, nigga
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| You thinkin' I’m frontin'? |
| Nigga, 'scuse me, pardon my back (Pardon my back)
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| Little homie got the uzi, he partin' your back (What up?)
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| If you ask can you live then you can’t (Can't)
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| You do what you could and I do what I can (I do)
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| All they said I couldn’t do just to prove I’m the man (I'm the man)
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| Not a werewolf or lion but the times are the sand (Oww)
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| My mind is advanced, put time in a trance
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| Throw a sign to the sky just to line up a chin (What up?)
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| Nigga, this is ghost talk, you hearin' the Ghost rhyme (You hear me?)
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| Put you in a ghost trance, you are on Ghost time
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| Out, nigga
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream (More cream)
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register and all I know is give me more cream
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| I’m prayin' to the heavens and I’m talkin' to the Father
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| But I’m high and I’m havin' raw dreams
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| Yeah, I hope the prayer register
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| I’m at the cash register |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raw Dreams , by - Styles P. Song from the album S.P. The GOAT: Ghost of All Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп