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letra de dream factory - frankie stew & harvey gunn

i don’t know why
i can see things but i can’t show why
i don’t wanna do it when it comes to show time
said i would stop i can’t i’m so high
i do the things i want to do
it coulda been you
it coulda been you
it coulda been you

know the reason
i can over deep it not supposed to be this
wrote my feelings and show my secrets
i got things in my head but i don’t know the feeling
hold my thoughts
cos i know i’m breathing less
everything i’ve seen so far has been a test
i won’t look back so i still can’t regret
jay z’s mrs to the left to the left
there’s bare things that i still can’t forget
and when i get older i wanna be the best
i have mad dreams where i fall out my bed
i guess that i learnt from the things that you said
it’s weird that i earn from the things in my head
i think that we go somewhere in the end
i hope that i go somewhere when it ends
get me

i think all the things that you done
i done
when i make decisions i don’t make the right one
i wanna know the angle i live my life from
right angle or the wrong one that i decide on
don’t wanna beat myself up
i need help up
when people think they’re helping i feel held up
yeah it’s hard but, i can change
i turn my phone light off cos you light the way
guess what i’m tryna say is this
i write down my goals and i put em in a list
if i don’t reach my goal then i do get p-ssed
i shouldn’t do
maybe that’s the thing i should switch
on over drive
but i don’t drive for sh-t
can’t live in the past i don’t think
that i owe you
hope one day i can show you
even if you think i don’t know you

it could’ve been
it should’ve been
if you’d of worked harder then it would’ve been
i know the hood has been good to a couple man
trying to make a couple grand
lie like i couldn’t sin
i don’t remember when i couldn’t swim
i had my eyes on the deep when they pushed me in
i’ve been trying to stay a float on this crooked whim
they lie, i’m on the outside looking in
but no ones looking out
and it’s been filling me with f-cking doubt
trying to keep the spirit in my mother’s house
trust, the pressures always in my f-cking mouth
i write the words down but yo i can’t say em loud
am i lying am i bluffing now
is it enough to simply make your mother proud
i miss andre 3,000 what they say he’s foul
probably just another verse never coming out

- frankie stew harvey gunn

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