DayDreaming ft. Forever Foy Lyrics

Daydreaming

This shit happened so fast

It's a beautiful thing to start over

Of course not

Said, nobody

Sixth floor of the Regis

See the score from the bleachers

These bright lights flicker, my blinkers

Left turn on you sleepers

Mind turn for the thinkers

I ain't dumbing down, nothing

You a literate fuck

Wish these boys the best of luck

Late flight, luggage stuffed heavily in his trunk in Beverly

These hills have eyes of their own

Clarity

Peripheral chill from a stone

I'll give you a ring when I'm home

Dial tone, I'm busy

Milestones of many, I'm heavenly blessed

Angel Ink on my chest

Pink flavor baguettes

Ruby red, rose gold

Cuban cover my neck

I'm happily married to the game

Fuck a lame, I could never hate on myself

Fuck a lane, I'm driving myself

Engine light flashing

Fixing the shit myself

Or ignore the motherfucker

Drive this bitch right off the cliff

I tell ya, I'm really him

Sorry for shouting

Shout detergent, scrubbing stain markings off of my kicks

Landscape miles long, still cutting the shit

Lost friends, hope I never see them fuckers again

You showed me your hand

Knew we wasn't gonna win

My man's supposed to drive this motherfucker until the end

Jumped out, road rash on his skin

They ain't see it coming

I know what the fuck's wrong with them

Daydreaming

We used to sit in that basement drunk as fuck

1800 tops everywhere

I think it was like two shoe boxes of them motherfuckers, baby

Stinky ass cigarettes everywhere

Couple of little bitches

All my niggas

I mean all of them

All of um

See the elegance in this pen

I'm forever sick hold the phlegm

Beretta streakin again

Clint Eastwood finger strength watching it spin

There he go selling shit

Very intelligent

My nigga, don't get it bent

Cover girl nights and my queen cover the spread

I'm six levels ahead

I'm steady counting this bread

Give a fuck what they said

I'ma keep walking

Know the haters gon' hate

Let the talkers keep talking

I'ma fucking ball harder

Six picks in one quarter

Deron Bland playing both corners

I'ma bad man

Check the time on him

It's your time, Foy

It's your time

Going blind on em

bright of all brights

I'm a shrine owner

Knight of all nights

I'm a sword thrower, torch blower, spitter of the year

Verse Quoter

First quarter

Nigga

Ain't that bout a bitch

Daydreaming

Shit, niggas used to sit on that motherfucker porch all goddamn day

Hotter than a motherfucker

Little white rags you done stole out your mama house

Get them bitches dirty as hell

You done dropped that bitch 22 times, bro

Go back in the house

Daydreaming