歌詞
Long naps hit the snooze,
Tom sachs for the shoes,
Black as some crude oil, gas
Or Manute..
Black bean soup, for I smash let it cool.
Broadcast on the tube
Back at the pulpit...Back like caboose..
My train of thoughts like the hyperloop...
They out the loop like untying shoes.
I loop it back until I got a pool.
Brainstorm Category 2...
Lucid dreaming wrote an album in my slumber.
Dialed in like a number
Might hit Oslo up in one of..
These days seem to be better than my last..
I was told when you tired only medicine for that’s..
Long naps.
I think I feel something inside of me
Maybe I should wait a little longer.
I could be dreaming...
I could be dreaming… (2x)
I sleep away the hate is independent
they say I gotta live up to expectations..
My people weren’t free when the deceleration..
was signed at the time we was just black labor.
Shoutout to the Trail Blazers, hell raisers
Now I vacate to the city of angels...
You can be the original or replacement
But I like both “US Placers” and “The Eraser”
Like errors on pages
Aerosol spray shit
The Mac 11 like Yogi Ferrell with ranges
Eating Farro to stay fit.
Ferris wheel same shit
Over and over.
Was told I’m never complacent true
My reply was if so then I’d be adjacent you.
Alkaline in my water make sure pH cool.
Long faces..
I’m headed home when I know I covered all bases, dream chasing…
I think I feel something inside of me
Maybe I should wait a little longer.
I could be dreaming...
I could be dreaming… (2x)
Written by: Lindsey James, Roman Aprile
