Day Dreaming Lyrics

(TAB, he's cool, he's with me)

Now watch me take these down at record timing

I know that it's killing, but it's fine with me

Don't know where I'm going but I'm stuck in a dream

And now I move through the city wildin'

Don't know what's wrong with you baby, stop it

She wanna party, wanna pop them bottles (Pop them bottles with me)

Only time you hit my line

Only time you call me back

Know just what you want from me (Whatchu want from me?)

You just want them drugs for free (You want them drugs for free?)

Party til you can't see (You can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see)

You ain't never slowing down, you ain't never coming back

Shooting them shots no chase

Lost count of how many I had today

But I still feel okay

Paranoid, gotta keep a pistol up on my waist

Party with my clique and me,

Roll with the gang but I got no RICO case (Gang gang)

Another day, another pill to the face to keep my balance but

Doctor said it's all okay

Another pill in the array

Just so I can feel okay

I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay

Swerving these bitches, I'm cool

Don't want to talk no I don't want to be friends with you (Fuck you)

I don't got nothing to prove

Run up on me and you'll come face to face with a tool (Bang)

The way I cook this shit is magic, you'd think I have a milly stuffed in a mattress

Running up the charts, making millions, running through the fucking game,

Yeah you know what I'm causing havoc

Gimme the sport man I don't want no muscle unless its a super track (Run me the Trackhawk)

Rock with the gang, my family, my girl you know that I'll go straight through hell and back (On god)

Sick of these fakes they not listening to me every time that I send 'em a fuckin track

Like I ain't the next one up man, always get better patching up the things I lack

And recently I'm getting better as a writer

Don't need a ghostwriter off Fiverr

Barely even need to lie in my lyrics anymore cuz my future been getting brighter

What?

I really be living this life

Well maybe I'm bending the truth just a little

But that's just to get all the fire bars think I lit 'em up with a lighter

I'm leaving the studio scorched

I'm heating the banger with torches

It ain't too late to jump off the porch

Are you tryna flex in that Porsche? (What?)

Who you foolin' boy you know that's a rental

My new blue Audi boy that shit is mental

I ain't judging, I ain't saying its wrong, but

You better stop lying on instrumentals

Now watch me take these down at record timing

I know that it's killing, but it's fine with me

Don't know where I'm going but I'm stuck in a dream

And now I move through the city wildin'

Don't know what's wrong with you baby, stop it

She wanna party, wanna pop them bottles (Pop them bottles with me)

Whatchu want from me?

You want them drugs for free?

You can't see, can't see, can't see, can't see