THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING (feat. Goldielocks)

Im telling her keep yo head up Been tryna stay getting my bread up I roll with them chops and berettas All my bars sick like they under the weather My bitch a ten and it don't get no better I stay locked in, I record in the cellar Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar Staring too long and she go Helen Keller My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her Take you out yo bands, finessing em She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming Shit I thought I was dreaming Writing down hit after hit You woulda that I'm not even thinking Taking a hit and its not even blinking Like bitch is it broken Like shit are we toking Like what's the commotion Shawty be riding my dick and im floating Shit, i think i'm on a whole nother planet Way that she suck on the tip must have practice But at least she let me know before i had it Cause i've had some bitches who held the whole truth from me, like the duration of time they had been wit dey ex, Now she go round the whole town claiming bruises that's from me, cause i dropped her bitch ass n left, Oh pardon my french, She having sex wit a dude who sexually assualted his friends, And lives like a bitch, I hit his crib and he hid, was it bedtime, I'll pull up at ten next time Im telling her keep yo head up Been tryna stay getting my bread up I roll with them chops and berettas All my bars sick like they under the weather My bitch a ten and it don't get no better I stay locked in, I record in the cellar Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar Staring too long and she go Helen Keller My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her Take you out yo bands, finessing em She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming Shit I thought I was dreaming Writing down hit after hit You woulda that I'm not even thinking Taking a hit and its not even blinking I thought i was dreaming, yuh, I seen yo face and knew i had to lock in, Feeling on my waist and i feel so enchanted Dishing all the toxic to the side and we just rocking, me and you bae Ion wanna hear about no bitch, what you got to say Im focused on myself and my money bitch that's two thangs He know i'm bad, LL Cool J Paper on me proof read The king and queen we ruling Im telling her keep yo head up Been tryna stay getting my bread up I roll with them chops and berettas All my bars sick like they under the weather My bitch a ten and it don't get no better I stay locked in, I record in the cellar Stars in the roof that bitch look interstellar Staring too long and she go Helen Keller My hunnids got blues, Jerry Wexler Im finna turn them cheeks blue like a wrestler But I don't hit on my bitch just have sex wit her Take you out yo bands, finessing em She whip my dick out my pants, salad dressing the way that I'm creaming Shit I thought I was dreaming Writing down hit after hit You woulda that I'm not even thinking Taking a hit and its not even blinking