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letra de the dreams - doberman kd

[chorus: tirus]
i got dreams, i got powers
i’ve been trappin’ trappin’ trappin’ till the morning
i got visions, my ambitions
i’ve been chasing dead people in my sleep
i got dreams, i got powers
i’ve been trappin’ trappin’ trappin’ till the morning
i got visions, my ambitions
i’ve been chasing dead people in my sleep

[verse 1: doberman kd]
scientifically i’m tranna find the accidence
with the powers that be on me, k!lla d, who me, put stains on the leather with a flow so excellent
well now she grinding on her knees and made a mess of things
pumping the brakes as i’m breaking for breakfast and breaking broken bottles, hold on, i’ll hit you up after the break
the times have weathered somebody but maybe nah
you’re cold cause you caught
and close to the bottom is right where we started and now we’ve got neighbors cooking us curry
i boxed in a lion and got lit like a match
and you’re losing your breath well that’s something to catch
and we flirted so hard she had an asthma attack
i said 0 8 2 and she called me back
i ain’t dreaming in my dreams in my sleep all my dreams keep me woke up late at night
i ain’t tranna have a woof in my kennel with a medal and a leash on a b-tch i might bite
beautiful things never ever ever ask for attention in life
b-lls deep in her ribs with a bib in the fridge as we came we left everything right
how a person gets blinded and stupid when loving and feelings get stolen forgetting that tina once asked a rhetorical question of who needs a heart when a heart can be broken
baggin’ a bag in the back of a benzo while somebody’s baggin’ a bag full of friendzones and open the door and i handle the bread and the bake while i’m toasting

[verse 2: doberman kd]
scratching my mind tranna figure evolving not growing since i was an itch in my daddy’s sack
trumped all my siblings in spermical figures believing the route that i took was a cul de sac
next thing i’m bagging a fifty and b-mpin’ on nicky with t-tties and bottles of cognac
facing the world on my own and well now that i’m grown i’m still begging the lord don’t you bring him back
no don’t you slumber the roots of a crackerjack,’
god of disciples and god of my zodiac
prepare me to buss it don’t fuss it and blur all the cussing just rush it like rush in the rushing of cigarettes
i’m nipping the j cause high up i’m okay and i’m wrapping the talk with my silhouette
hard to behave and my mind is delayin’ i’m feeling the mary-jane giving a manifest
if you’re asking a n-gg- or wigga why a human hating tell me why you give a f-ck
it’s irrelevant but as soon as my d-ck hit the bottom she forcing a tummy tuck
she yelling she yelling she had enough, said enough of the gifts that came up above
i responded by leaving, i’m tired of breathing believing this nothing but cupboard love

- doberman kd

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