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letra de sweet dreams - johniepee

[intro: johniepee]
one take, ahem
sweet dreams, yeah, yeah, ayy

[verse 1: johniepee]
yeah, second night of flexing on ’em, better check the memo
j.p. heavy with the bars, that’s my m.o.
reno’ your mindset, cut the dead weight
and find rest, y’all white bread, when i fire reps:
toast, yeah, livin’ up on both coasts
by the laptop, makin’ dad bods go ghost
house in the west, by the beach, rockin’ short shorts
catch a steel bird, second home, north shore
mos-vegas, pour some out for the lost haters
put ‘еm in a f-ckin’ box, like they’re coppеd trainers
gone missin’, not a loss ’cause they’re not favourites
cruise past, peace sign up, yellin’ “chopped, laters!”
you’re a weedle, i’m a charizard
you’re a little b-tch, i’m on rnr
phone on dnd, but bet i still got the bars
burners by the furnace, rap mastery, the seminar
sweet dreams, ain’t no weapon gonna beat me
you better hit the road runnin’, get to meep meep
ridin’ solo, while you be twenty-three deep
lay your ass flat, motherf-cker, i’m in 3d
[verse 2: mick jenkins, johniepee]
(p.) n-ggas catching z’s in 4k
step to me right, no probate, colgate
breath, if i orate, the best now
dabbled in the public speakin’, n-gga, felt les brown
put it in my own words, knew i’d be less clown than most folks
really just concerned with no sore throats, you can’t get
this far going solo, you can’t hit this bar
with no pole vault, i’m six under par with a broomstick
we clean thug, straight past the fairway, i seen ducks
and sheep on the airways, that ain’t us, i can’t go (kangol)
one by the head, and there’s one by the ankle
they sleep on the floor, can’t complain, though, we livin’
we sewin’, we reapin’, like, so what
they sleepin’ as we keep on givin’

[verse 3: johniepee]
as we keep on giving ’em h-ll
heaven knows, will they wake up? it’s time that’ll tell
with my feet up, switch lanes, like the v-dub
crabs in a bucket, you a storm in a teacup
d-mn fool’s, not a handful, not a b cup
say it with your chest, look up just to see us
you sleep in, so no wonder you be slept on
mattress, all your wack sh-t don’t affect john
what i adlib, you call practice
what you call progress, i call backwards, huh
speakers blown, put a hole in one
on these long drives, ain’t afraid of the course, uh
club up, if you coming up short
we keep a zone, man to man, you ain’t runnin’ the court, ha
sweet dreams, this a sport, so we run things
sonic flow, how we’ve done things
they too busy chasing tails, wanting knuckles off of one win
shoulda hedged your bets instead of hogging all a one thing
uh, but there’s plenty to go around with it
michelin star, they ravin’ all up the town with it
servin’ ’em fresher so bet that we turnin’ round critics
sleepin’ dogs lie, when you step to ’em, only sound’s crickets
yeah, so rest assured, we done kept it pure
yeah, different timezone’s, but we set the score
j.p. and m.j., the pen game’s stupid
they try to stay up, but their heads stay droopin’
sweet dreams
[outro: johniepee]
woo!
yeah, w-w-w-w-one take
w-w-w-w-w-one take, y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah
tell me, what did john say?
yeah, sweet dreams

- johniepee

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