Trampoline Dreams Lyrics

Do you know who you went to war with

You gone need a reinforcement

Either that or you forfeit

Your mom already ordered your assortment

She don't even need to force it

Knew she shoulda had abortion

I shouldn't record it on the record

But you know I got a lot of whopper double deckers

And some cookies that's crumbling into a fortune

And you aint got nothing you can measure

So check on my name, find out my pleasure and pain

Sit by my side, try to get in my brain

And level up your pedal, then go put it to the metal

See what you find if you let in my lane

Cause you'll be in the range of a long range missile

You won't hear the bang, you'll be gone when it hit you

Your bones'll be charred up along with your tissue

So unload your issues on anyone you think could get you

Don't everybody love to jump on trampolines

So jump motherfucker, stomp on these American dreams

Don't everybody love to say that they don't lie

Before they snatch ya slice of life without telling ya why

We put mother nature deep down in a hole

But father time has a way to make us reap what we sew

Anytime ya see us stopped, it's time to go

So if you believe in control, you need to keep in control, bro

Out of control, it's alive it's alive

And you acting like somebody died

Eyes came off of the prize, and onto the thighs

Of hermaphrodites out of disguise

You're waiting on Samsonite to drop you the baggage

From somewhere high up in the sky

But what if it's held up at customs and border protection

Would you get a fucking reply

When court is in session to cut up the pie

The question is who pay the price with a slice of they life

So if something aint right on the balance

That's because you hang on too tight

Quit yanking my chain as if you aint the kink in the link

No longer entitled to think what you think in your brain

As it go down the drain of the leakiest sink

Same time that my plane is in flight

Say it aint right, and I'll say it aint so

I wish I could say that it aint going to blow

You all outta place and you been aiming too low

Bro it's paper to chase while you're taking a stroll

But it aint what you know, it's who you know

To predicate your sentence on what's commutable

Isn't it so beautiful, interrupting businesses as usual

Don't need no visual, we'll see you at your funeral

Don't everybody love to jump on trampolines

So jump motherfucker, stomp on these American dreams

Don't everybody love to say that they don't lie

Before they snatch ya slice of life without telling ya why

We put mother nature deep down in a hole

But father time has a way to make us reap what we sew

Anytime ya see us stopped, it's time to go

So if you believe in control, you need to keep in control, bro