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letra de fantasy - t. karras

[verse 1]
i like to close my eyes and imagine myself
inside a perfect world where i got lots of wealth
where i get lots of endearment from my loyal fans
smoking a pipe from inside of amsterdam
imagining my two mansions and luxury cars
everywhere i go, they know i’m a star…
and they treat me with respect on the walk of fame
i love to use my imagination and play the game
they say “don’t fantasize too much or your lose yourself”
well i’m too addicted, probably need to get that help
or else it might infect my mind and ruin my health
leave me completely deluded myself
but i can’t help to transport myself to fantasy
because i hate looking at the stark reality
i don’t get how you normal people can even survive
in a world where it’s basically ride or die

[chorus]
it’s better over here in fantasy
so dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
it’s better over here in fantasy
so dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
it’s better over here in fantasy
so dream, dream, dream, dream, dream
it’s better over here in fantasy
so dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

[verse 2]
i’m addicted to sleep, yes i love to dream…
about this fantasy world where i can sing
have a beautiful voice which people fall for
and the m-sses all buy my records from the store
this dream world is lovely and all…
so much so, i get delusional and meet my downfall
because i don’t have a grasp on reality
i often confuse that for fantasy
let my dreams run wild and cloud my vision up
i get in too deep and i lose all my bucks
it’s a deadly situation i can’t get out of…
all i get is hate, i wish i had some love…
so i don’t have to fantasize anymore…
never have to see reality as a ch0r-
and get on with my life so i can finally live it
but even then that is a dream that i feel so vivid

[verse 3]
will i ever escape this fantasy world?
will i ever find fame and fortunes untold?
all the answers to those questions is a mystery
i can’t figure it out even though it’s easy peezy
i had a long time, to refine my work…
i’m 25 years old, why am i still the worst
is it because i get delusional like all of the time?
it even hurts to listen to my prior rhymes
trying to be this, trying to be that
thinking i’m legit making gangsta rap
i couldn’t get the words out, i sounded scared and confused
like my mind wasn’t working, i should of felt like a fool
but i buried that deep inside so i could believe
in one highly improbable pipe dream…
why am i forced to live in fantasy?
is there any way i can understand reality?

- t karras

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