Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreaming With Our Eyes Open, artist - Witt Lowry. Album song Dreaming With Our Eyes Open, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Witt Lowry
Song language: English
Dreaming With Our Eyes Open |
Stuck in the same room, in the same mood |
Everybody tried to tell me what I can’t do |
Everybody tried to tell me that I changed too |
And I changed lanes from you lame dudes |
It’s been a minute since I spilled my pain |
Had to take a step back and look at life in a different way |
If you want the change, you gotta be the change |
Now we’re all the same |
Nobody wanna take the reins |
Nobody wanna push their brain |
Nobody will admit that they’re fake for the facts they claim |
You see we’re all imperfect in a perfect way |
And while we work all day, we all work, no play |
We are slaved to the loans and the bills we pay |
You consume a double cheese when the radio play |
Mainstream, Mickey D’s and my shit gourmet |
I’ve been up for seven days straight |
Tryin' to figure out my fate |
Tryin' to figure out any way to put food on my plate |
But I sold a few tee’s, so I’m eating today |
Okay, doing okay |
Could probably do better, came home to a letter |
Eviction, I know I don’t fit your description of rapper |
But me I’m a clearer, they threw all the chatter |
I know everything that glitter ain’t gold |
Life is the clay, you too busy to mold |
Time here is taking its toll |
We spend all our time without passion and then we get old |
Was told I should go quit |
But none of you see all the letters I get from these kids |
Who hurt from within and don’t wanna live |
And tell me my music is all that can give them hope |
Yeah, all we need is some hope |
And they tell me their family’s broken and broke |
They usin' my music to cope |
I’ve been on that boat, held down by a rope |
Held down by a string, y’all looking for things |
I’m looking to change the perception of people |
And all of the beautiful things that it brings, yeah |
Record in my closet, don’t make enough profit |
Y’all used to have morals and somehow you lost it |
Don’t care about the money I spend on my coffin |
I care bout the people attendin' |
And often we’re lost, lost in this world |
We’re selfish to think, «I could find happiness in a girl» |
We’re selfish to think we’re elite, we destroy and deplete |
Our whole planet no smarter than squirrels |
So who wants to talk about that? |
Who wants to talk about facts |
Maybe I’d be in your mag |
If I added «Tunechi» or «bap bap» |
Or I talked about weed when I rap |
But fuck all of that, the voice of the youth |
The voice of the people, the real and the truth |
The voice of the one who had nothin' to lose |
I speak for a heart that’s been broken and beaten and bruised |
I’m tired of holes in my shoes |
Tired of having to move |
Tired of coming unglued |
Tired of cleanin' your table and servin' you food |
We are what we choose |
If only you knew the shit that I’ve seen |
I can’t tell if I’m lucid or livin' the dream |
I don’t do it for me, do it all for the team |
I remember back livin' when I was a teen |
And my grandma, she said I was worthless |
And my teachers said I had no purpose |
And my mama she said I was perfect |
I’m sittin' on Twitter while I should be workin' on verses |
You’re worth it, and when you feel weak |
The deeper the trench, the higher the peak |
See y’all are a piece of my legacy 'cause you believe |
We can be anything and I wanna be… me |