Bad Dream Lyrics

Wake up and the first thing that think is get my paper straight

Cook a beat that's banging and I need some clipping 808s

Flip it for a price that leave me money on a rainy day

Shit a slow grind so I like to smoke the pain away

My brainwaves feeling a bit strained today

Estranged ways in the cut like razor blades

Against the grain you can't always dance in the rain

Chasing dreams don't always put cash in the bank

I'm on the stage like Aly and AJ, grinding it out for my name-sake

I ain't playing it safe I need some bank, but I ain't banking on payday

Promoters be Shady I ain't talking about Em, I ain't talking about Hailey

Shooting my shots in HD lack of paper amaze me

How amazing it can be

Getting paid for my family

New whip tor my granny

Might fuck around and paint it candy

Write a record win a Grammy

Celebrate sipping Brandy

Ain't no second option but that's always been the plan, B

I'm gon stay real until my last day

I Just tell the truth, why the fuck you mad at me?

When it all feels like a bad dream

You cannot wake up from your reality

Bitch I'm last place in the rat race

We don't grant wishes to fill fantasies

Begging to a brand for a grand raise

Fuck that get bands and let the band sing

Sing instead of screaming people don't help but they hear the cries

These are just the cards that I was dealt and now I'm tarot-fied

Need to switch the paradigm I'm visualizing paradise

Fear arrives, monsters start to terrorize I'm paralyzed

I ain't even creeping but I'm peeping while you're sleeping

Try to get a wink in but the demons steady scheming

Strangers seem to see the same dreams is what I'm reading

I ain't Uzumaki 'cause I'm too scared to believe it

Sitting behind the wheel suppose be driving, I cannot maneuver

Bad dreams like if the world had no hip hop no Kool Herc

Kind of feeling like your tooth hurt and it's crumbling like loose dirt

Learning your girl is a huge flirt, that's a bad dream like Kreuger

This is a nightmare you a scared little baby that's crying in high chair

Running from Mind flayers, copping a ticket despite all the flight fares

Watch where you stepping you tracking in mud, so don't get any dirt on my white pair

Wish it could all be a dream, I open

My eyes and the light glares

I'm gon stay real until my last day

I Just tell the truth, why the fuck you mad at me?

When it all feels like a bad dream

You cannot wake up from your reality

Bitch I'm last place in the rat race

We don't grant wishes to fill fantasies

Begging to a brand for a grand raise

Fuck that get bands and let the band sing