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letra de dreams - denmark vessey

[verse 1]
yo, gift of gab
sultan of the sl!ckest back
droppin’ something heavy
tip your richter back
live and direct
i bet the scripture make your picture crack
all in hd
cowboys, k!llahs, diplomats
ladies, lord sluking loner from the a
we got a good thing doing
but for confirmation
let’s just the studio audience
amen
on the pulpit, talking bullsh-t
selling dreams
pulling wool lids on lil’ kids
and grown folk, i
so it seems we’ve been sold
selling dreams, visions
whatchu be seeing?
feeling like water off this dmt
beaut-i-full like ez p’s
mind blowing
straighten out your beady beads
hot coma
you ’bout to love it
stockholmin’ syndrome puppets

so in love with this bullsh-t
play me some bullsh-t
play that new bullsh-t
that’s my sh-t
finna smoke this little weed while i blast my sh-t

[verse 2]
frankly, i’m getting tired of the bullsh-t
how does one stay inspired from the bullsh-t?
you run yo city, but you never leave your neighborhood
that’s like popping addys
getting wired just to bullsh-t
uh
i mean, our dreams ain’t no different
money, good living, but in all my dreams i get it
i don’t dream about a lemon
you be dreaming tryna get yourself a fixed plate
you be dreaming ’bout your sixth straight mixtape
f-ck yo mixtape!
f-ck yo dreams
you peaked at 15
you should of quit in the tenth grade!
f-ck yo dream
f-ck yo dream
f-ck yo dream
aye

[verse 3]
f-ck you mean?
you don’t f-ck with crown homie?
i be in the lounge, but i don’t lounge homie
that’s an all day grind ’til it’s ground
no sleep
yeah, whatchu call that?
dedication, right?
all i see is these walls and these lights keep flashing
kaleidoscope and these k!llers out here is speak- keep clashing
i write and i smoke
smoke then i write
in no particular order
create the rhythm
slay the rhythm
tipple and brick the mortars
and i don’t take orders
i abide them laws of life
the bars of life
food for thought
true, by the wisdom t–th
and the jaws of life
so baby get it how you get it
i can’t judge
i just pray yo game and goods don’t result in the loss of life
but that’s a dream
third eye pimpin’
and i’m hoeing out jewels every word i mention
you need to cop some gator slippers
and a mink smuggie
and get some beauty sleep
’cause you know god don’t like ugly-
sweet dreams!

[outro]
luke, chapter 22
verses 21 through 23
but behold, the hand, the one betraying me
is with mine, on the table
for indeed the son of man is going
as it has been determined
but woe to that man by whom he is betrayed
and they began to discuss among themselves
which one of them it may be
who was going to do this thing

- denmark vessey

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