dreams money can't buy - sir real j. lyrics
(district 4)
i got a car honey, some fresh start money
take all your thoughts and put them away in a jar honey
they light up like fireflies on a summer night
don’t let them escape, shut it tight with all your might
yeah, that’s what it sounds like in my head
but that’s not the way she’s hearing it in someone else’s bed
tells me that we should be friends, we’re better off alone instead
stuck behind all of these bars like i got hauled off by the feds
uh, sitting down in the lounge
tryna figure out the words that go perfect with this sound
all this sh-t is going down
one week it’s drama next it’s karma, the f-cking king gave me his crown
at the top is where you wanna be
but when you’re at the top the only sh-t you see is wanna bes
and i just wanna go home, to a place that i might wanna be
except i walk around the city streets so somberly
i want a condo with a girl in la
we go down to hawaii to get ourselves “leid”
i keep thinking the path i’m taking is the right way
but sometimes it’s easy to stop the work and just pray
dreams money can’t buy
are we drinking a little more you should probably supply
got a family of four you can hardly provide
but i get it, ask your dad, you’ll get a reply
–
(sir real)
look
my ideals haven’t serviced me since nursery
a person sees me but can’t perceive all the uncertainties
so deeply immersed in me that even surgery
couldn’t get this doubt out without hurting me
and even though we’re currency, burning we
never seem to come up out of it burden free
where the sermon be? lights start flashing in emergency
but now i just bow my head and wonder where the curtains be
and i’m so sick of being sick of things
living in a situation where n0bodies listening
missing the distinction between simply giving in
and sipping for the pitiful bliss a little liquor brings
and only this is when my fickle friends are chipping in
like their new mission is the dividend to take a hit again
kids i called “sibling,” lion- michigan
just to cut my presence off where the ribbon’s been
low hits, go and expose the hatchet to throw it
at those i made opponents with my own sh-t
supposed to stay focused, toed in by hopeless moments
with no quits, when i try to keep my head up, get my throat slit
i got some dreams that money excuses
and a wallet full of reams, but i rarely use it
the fun’s ruined, can’t jump on a therapeutic- scared we blew it
nothing to do but move moods through the music
yeah, yeah
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