Aq Xico - In My Dreams Lyrics

I swear sometimes I can't tell the difference
Between real life and
Yeah
Lemme tell you some stories
Some real life stories
Yeah

I have this recurring thing that in my dreams I can fly
When I was younger, wasn't really that high
Maybe over small buildings, telephone lines
But as I've grown up, the higher I can go up
Doesn't really matter what the dream is
I can't fly in all of 'em, you really should've seen it
But then it seemed it went away
And I was getting scared that I'd never get to fly away again
Then I went to Hilton Head with my friends
I don't think my mind could fully comprehend
Losing my sister and divorcing my ex
And I missed her
Then I saw them in my dreams and got obsessed
More in July, when Safa died, than when we separated
I was so alone and hated my life, it's overrated
Night terrors giving me my subconscious fantasies
And greater sprawling epics than the theaters
Trying to enjoy all of this, living my best life
But feeling like a fallen prince, living in exile
Everything I felt in Soldier On, I felt more
It's like Soldier On was a challenge to the Lord
I saw her back in August, she knew that she had died
She told me it's okay and that things would be alright
But I cried, and we hugged, and we cried and cried
I cried the tears that I didn't in real life

Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse
Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse in my dreams
Telling me to follow my dreams
I don't really want any more of my dreams
Why am I always on the run in my dreams
Never any love in my dreams
Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse
Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse in my dreams
Telling me to follow my dreams
I don't really want any more of my dreams
Why am I always on the run in my dreams
Never any love in my dreams

Always my friends checking after me
I dip, they looking for me
A stark difference to reality
I know that's probably a fallacy
But I think maybe my dreams are trying to tell me something passively
Always an outcast and I'm on the run
Overshadowed by a government corrupt
Usually accompanied by someone that I love
Fighting the good fight, we the underdogs
Hide in the underground, shooting our guns around
Surviving day to day, peace is not allowed
Fighting to get my crown back, maybe win my town back
Suddenly a brown rat turns into a man
And he takes over the land, separated from my fam
Gathering the strength so that we can rise again
The cityscape sprawling, larger than all 'em combined
Stretching beyond the naked eye
Underneath the surface, the lies and genocide
This girl must be Bonnie cause I'm similar to Clyde
Knowing we could die, but we putting on a fight
A grey-blue hue to the setting in the night
A hero emerges from the fog
I'm wondering who it is so I ask him who you are
The hero only utters out the poem of a curse
I stumbled back and fell when I saw that it was her

Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse
Why we always rendezvousing in my dreams
Seeing you hurts so much worse in my dreams
Telling me to follow my dreams
I don't really want any more of my dreams
Why am I always on the run in my dreams
Never any love in my dreams