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Requiem for a Daydream
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Requiem for a daydream Hip hop junkie, straight fiend, never stay clean They threatened me with state greens ‘til I went to college and Got a B.A. when I started playing for the A-Team Hey, yeah, that’s right. I defy the odds Spit some fire to expire your entire squad Nah, you can’t retire from this kind of job The booth is a confessional–why you tryna lie to God? Uh! Exposing true lies in due time Treat ‘em like Frank Vincent tryna get his shoe shined Don’t ask me about heart–I’ll show and prove mine Tandem skydiving through my mind, b*t*h, I’m too fly Run through life with some customized-a**ed [?]. Me and Liquor can’t mingle. Ain’t trying to get stuck In the can like my hand when it’s trying to grab the last Pringle Ha! It’s all jokes until it isn’t From out the frying pan, thrown into the blizzard We are sold a golden image that is so below the limit that My kinfolk gotta limbo their soul to go and get it now Stepping on the throttle towards a bottleneck A lot left in the neck of the bottle I ain’t swallow yet Been putting in that legwork–check the quadriceps See, only God is def, He gotta catch me if wan’ test But smoking on these phillies just to chill me out Hand up the front of some young feely’s blouse Sh*t, they could kill me now if I can’t Spend my summertime in the sun behind BIlly’s house Back in better days, I would scrub up hella change Held the flame to the cellophane–now watch it melt away Hurting badly, only had myself to blame So the hermit crab is just coming out his shelter day With that new sound to keep your crew bouncing Swimming through youth’s fountain since the early 2000s I’ve prepared for the game, but you doubting. Call him the way that it moves mountains Smell the blunted trees up in the summer breeze Bumblebees looking for the honey between some honey’s knees Motherf**ker, please. Tumbled out the ugly trees Still left her Under Siege like Seagal in a submarine Ain’t as bad as he think he is But he stay fly even if his wings are clipped Captain of a sinking ship. Sh*t, the way I swing and miss is f**king with my dreams like an incubus In an ink abyss with all sorts of drugs Never caught the corporate buzz, I did it for the love Plus too busy smoking quarters of imported bud And articulating exactly who it is I thought I was Ha! That’s that little brother, bottom bunk Dark liquor got him drunk. Give it all, it’s not enough Fonz with his collar up. Pa** it if you got the blunt When the music says, “Go and pop the trunk,” I’d rather posse up Brought your squad back to battle me But you don’t want that. I’m gonna smack this cavalry Can’t get beyond that mentality. I was raised off Of Street Fighter combos and Mortal Kombat fatalities And reality’s been my bitter rival Told me to lighten up like some vitiligo Been feeling this way for a little while. Man, it hurts It’s an Amber Alert, I’m missing my inner child Just a big kid on a minibus Having a little trouble with the giddy-up Sh*tty luck, trying to get down with a pick-me-up Philly blunt. Sh*t, boy, we ain’t chilled in months And I no longer have that mask on Just transformed into a past form Got some sh*t on my chest like German scat p*** Mad wrong, and I’m trying to get it off before the last song, I’m Sick of the little games, I know it’s a different day But still got these little pieces of my soul to give away, I Still regret all of the things that I didn’t say When life gives you lemons, turn that bitter pain to Minute Maid Whether it’s hot flame or blizzard, if that Road ain’t Yellow Brick, you cannot blame the Wizard I would not say I’m bitter. I just don’t listen, son Used to make finger-guns during Rock, Paper, Scissors, but Being a rebel scarred the boy and left his heart destroyed Sparking joints, trying to brighten up the darkest void Bouncing back like Arkanoid, prepare for ultimate War like it’s my G.I. Joes versus my Marvel toys The sh*t on my mind would leave my spine crippled That’s why I’m clear and to-the-point just like an icicle Trying to solve time’s riddle since I”m little, lights brittle But it’s bright enough to shine through the night’s middle I blaze Swishers, tryna vibrate with ya Straight-shooter, HIgh Plains Drifter. Why chase liquor? One of my time’s great thinkers, twenty-five straight [?] Getting over all these f**kers, no right-lane blinker
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