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dreamslave/murder me prelude - swoope lyrics

[hook: christon gray]
to live is christ, to die is gain
i asked myself am i a slave
working for the finer things in life
cause i don’t ever wanna lose control
gain this world, lose my soul
so free my mind, let me go
goodbye

[verse 1: swoope]
they tell us toast to the good life
or at least the one advertised
let that champagne spill, raise them gl-sses high
make truth out of wishes
pursue what your bliss is, a cruise with the misses
boat shoe, ocean blue with a view of the fishes
you could get used to this feeling
we living life in your youth full of riches
while real treasure p-ss you by
but that’s okay you never had this life
so be okay with being gratified, but never satisfied
stay distracted by the greed of your appet-te
and never sleep cause you dream of the lavish life
heart stay empty, pockets stay stuffed
cause when you love money you don’t ever got enough
the dream that you living for will make you a slave
cause the things you’re living for can’t go to your grave
two fingers in the air for heavy d, steve jobs and gil scott
rest in peace
these guys had a g for every pleasantry
but couldn’t take it when they headed to the heavenlies
what you am-ss won’t help on the day of wrath
cause what you earn can’t go in your urn
hedonism is bound up in freedom’s prison
cats dream of riches, like jesus isn’t
so they get ’em a wife, a house, kids and a dog
a wife, a house, kids and a dog
guess what, they ain’t ever really live at all
naw man, they ain’t ever really live at all

[verse 2: eshon burgundy]
yo, am i a slave?
that’s a good question
it puts things into perspective, what a good lesson
could i ever afford a necklace in my profession
that costs just as much as a lexus, could i be flexin’?
what do i consider precious
lets just, say i couldn’t really find the bestest
ways to explain the gifts god gives
what do i call a blessing
knowing wherever my heart is you find my treasure
so i guess with something so intangible, how do i measure
gotta stop moving my mandible and get my thoughts together, yeah
gotta let the father put my heart together
or get shot up by a shooter who was sharp with the beretta, hallelujah!
and it’d be hard for me to get up
to my very last words is i ain’t partin’ with this cheddar
but the truth will be i parted with it, all of it forever
tell the world i’ll never fall for it, but y’all getting better
it’s a set up, yeah

[bridge: swoope]
a wife, a house, kids and a dog
guess what they ain’t ever really live at all
naw man, they ain’t ever really live at all

[outro: swoope]
two fingers in the air for heavy d
two fingers in the air for heavy d
can’t forget my homie sully g
two fingers in the air for heavy d

(murder me interlude)

[verse 1: swoope]
i fantasize and try to dream of
security to try satisfy me but
they don’t measure up to please
cuz’ real treaure comes in jesus
so i abort the created and adore the creator
i avoid what i savor cuz’ rewards coming later
my award is the savior
he is the prize
my heart is toward what is wayward
so what’s in me must die

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