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letra de d.a.r.e. nightmare - trey coachman

[chorus]
roll my weed
fill my cup
take no “z”’s
i love that yup
ya … i love that yup
i love that yup
it ain’t good without no green
body reach full ecstasy
need that liquid courage for self-esteem

[verse 1:]
breathe in good a ton out bad
no wonder asthma got me this bad
medicate i can’t relate with this 2nd conscience
don’t hesitate i know i can’t be wrong since
this is what i oppose to reach my real bliss
that consist no money, drugs, or glamour
staying away from being trippin’, drunk, and hammered
yeah that’s truly how i feel. my point done
just see with me, little homie, what you could bee
and your wellness, over the top of what you become
a doctor, fire fighter, or a lawyer

[verse 2:]
learn wrong from right to make good judgments
does this make much sense
present the future leaders of yesterday
my black thoughts yes i’m ashamed; enough not to share my name
of that opposing side of the moon its cold that endothermic feeling
i feel like al capone, rockefeller, & frank sinatra all together
appreciated for what i hate; making something i loathe
i poise for the picture, wishing to be outside the frame
dang, this thought process has rained on my parade
but i got that cabin fever
wish for the 420’s … but i know it’s terrible
i getting sacred of myself… i need a breather
throughout my life i’ve had great teachers
thanks officer but i’m already scared straight
it’s sad ’cause on that show i know some people that can relate
its ugly, taken 2 reality, my conditions i’m living in are amazing
i give more then i receive; keep up waking to this horror of a dream
how can this weakness leave my brain it still seems?

[verse 3:]
trafficking girls are screaming for me to save them
when it comes undone, drugs and liquor ain’t no fun
then i open my eyelids sweating bullets from my black thoughts
i care for almost everybody under will under someone that should be caught
are some people’s hearts to numb to endorse this anxiety?
or this revolting world we all call home
with more done in night that anybody can image
black market, never up to the public to decide
colder then burns from within the 3rd degree
i sweat out my collar for not being able to sleep
gotta live this life next day then again, repeat
open your eyes its worst then it is take a peak
of what has been hiding beneath the sheets?
motives of this kid that i’ve never seen before
commotion that is the potion to aggravate that child
bleeped out his name and stuff seems so sleek
however for me everything reeks

- trey coachman

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