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letra de dreams - hymphatic thabs

[intro]
yaw
yaw
yo, yo
look, listen

[chorus]
yaw, me i’m not a crooks
and i read a lot of books
feeding on other’s feeble desires
feeling like i should
while you beat around the bush
and fish at sea without the hook
don’t be the type of folk
that only eat, but doesn’t cook

[verse 1]
i see but mustn’t look at how
freedom got a shook
but i speak without a shush
and that’s the reason i am good
that i speak to the pope
was a beacon of hope
but then they stuck a bee in my throat
and i became a joke
like trees without the wood
people should know that i’ve been through the ropes
of needing to cope with being alone
when it seems like i won’t be reaching my goals
even if i could
my relapse couldn’t be worse
couldn’t relax and rehe-rs-
but i seem catholic at these words
like the real phat and reverb
recaps in reverse
my reactions knee-jerk
me jerk just because i have my universe
limping like your knee hurts
you need perks of drinking
binging like bling-bling
my blinking is thinking
bring ten its vengeance
my system’s fragmenting
like ink impregnate veins
my wisdom is bending
writing some right things
stupid but [?]
my lessons are too clear
my weapons are nuclear
atomic, and all this
the horror of horrors
as cosmic as comics
my voice is [?]
but people from the hood
lied for us, fought for us
and became a strong force for us
to move our cause forward
but evil is not good
to deceive the brotherhood
i’d speak a lot of bull
just to keep me off the hook
cus even if i been in sh-t that seems incredible
when i breathe up on the kush, man my dreams are wonderful
if meated-ness is meaningless, eat your vegetables
so i needed, got a bit more needles in my foot
i even understood, why my meanings were mistook
as to mean its cus i stood where the demons overlook
[chorus]
me i’m not a crooks
and i read a lot of books
feeding on other’s feeble desires
feeling like i should
while you beat around the bush
and fish at sea without the hook
don’t be the type of oke
that only eat, but doesn’t cook

me i’m not a crooks
and i read a lot of books
feeding on other’s feeble desires
feeling like i should
while you beat around the bush
and fish at sea without the hook
don’t be the type of bloke
that only eat, but doesn’t cook

- hymphatic thabs

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