Dreams, are like repressed desires of the things we wish we could truly have;

Welcome home

Do you think about me

When you wake up in the middle of then night, know you can't sleep

Heard this in the street, it's no land for the weak

Head in the clouds while I land on my feet

Taught to never put it down when I suffer defeat

So I keep my head up, like my nose finna' bleed

Yeah they talking like they know, but they don't though

Tell me somethin', tell me somethin' I don't know

Do you think about us?

A.G.O the biggest team in the club since the fucking bouncers

You ain't really fam, you ain't really round' us

With all these **** ridin' need a greyhound bus

Yeah I said I loved her but, that's a bit much

But for the love of this dream, I give this bitch up

Now I'm hearing how I changed and I never switched up

Picked up, but I don't run from the problems I just twist up

Now I'm falling victim

Hard to kick like an addiction

Give em' something to feel like prescription

Been speaking on what's real like a scripture

Now I'm falling victim

Hard to kick like an addiction

Give em' something to feel like prescription

By speaking on what's real