KiddCriz - dream Lyrics

Thank God you escaped that situation or whatever that was
That would've really gotten you killed (Facts)

For all my boys in a relationship, put your hands in the air, if you don't
You gon' end up like me, a f*cked up boy that you've ever seen
Yea, going down like a ship, you going out like a bitch

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up
KidCrizz, wake up. What? Wait, where are we
It was a dream. It was all a dream. It was all a lie
That was a lie
Just get up. We got shit to do
Oh, f*ck, man
Hit the studio. Come on
Aight, okay, whatever bro
Mic test one. Mic test two
Alright
Man, I got some shit to say

I'm sleep deprived recording this shit (I got shit to get off my chest)
Uh, yeah
KidCriz on the track, thanks pusha, ye

Yeah. Yeah
Sixteen, seventeen, I'm medically, crazily in love with the thoughts from my past and my memories
I think I struck the gold mine, call it winning lotteries
Rivalry with a nigga I called my homeboy
Turns out, finding sloppy seconds to deploy

Well, oh boy

I got some shit to get off my chest, but don't know if I'd say the rest
Bitch, I see your worth is less than the last time you spent with me
Lived with me, bear with me

Baby girl, I could take you to prom, but I knew something was wrong
I felt like we really couldn't get it on
Exhibit A for the reason you never healed
What was keeping everything from feeling like it was real
It was nothing, it was super real, but that's the issue
Every day you got your emotions coming out and hit you
Seven, two, one, two, three, that's my pedigree
Memories, long last Miss. V, I'll miss ya
(I switched the time zone, but what do I know)

Everything was complicated, felt like going one direction
But the thing that we had isn't worth resurrecting
But who knows what's affecting the chances of going back

Just see if anything goes enhancing
Bitch, I'm ranting, you see me panting
Of carrying this shit on my back
Now watch kiddcriz go and f*ck up this track

I'm holding on tight to what it feels to live a peaceful life
J. Cole said that shit, but you know that shit's a lie
Well, not a lie, but you know I can't relate

This my domain, now switch to my program
Know you running pro games, but with no gains
Run with bitches, carry switches, and I'm done living

Yo, it's almost 8pm, bro. I'm sleep-deprived as f*ck
Recording this track, bro
But I got some shit to get off my chest
Come on, let me talk more

16, 17, I'm medically crazily in love
With the thoughts from the past and my memories
I think I strucked a goldmine, call it winning lotteries
Rivalry with a nigga, I called my homeboy
Turns out he finding Sloppy-Seconds to deploy
Oh boy, I got some shit to get off my chest
But don't know if I'd say the rest