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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Barefield III
William Barefield III
Composer
Emmanuel Lorenzo Gaya Gran
Emmanuel Lorenzo Gaya Gran
Composer
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Producer
Enzo Gran
Enzo Gran
Producer
1995
1995
Producer

Lyrics

(Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin') (Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin') Dreamin' I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know I just know I'm tired of dreamin' I'm trying to find the ceiling I tried to fake it but I'm reeling 'Cause I'm cold I am more than my illness And all the weakness I deal with And all these physician visits And brand new prescription pills It probably really ain't even doin' nothin', man If it is I still can't feel it I am more than my disappointment When they say they don't know how to fix Most folk can't tell it's broke Tryna be real about my feelings, bro While holdin' out hope for healing, though From the holy one, can I cope? I been in the pit, and when it gets deep I weep, then I repeat Tryna go get it, but still in my seat Should I just retreat? I'm more than my failures If broken dreams is how the movie ends Then my low hopes is that trailer Might go berserk, nothing ever works And it's dark, but what can I tell ya? Falling's way too familiar What can I say? I told them myself like, "Bro, you remember them days when we was dreamin'?" I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know I just know I'm tired How can I be a visionary, When daily I walk through cemeteries? Full of dead hopes, man this is scary To see my ambitions buried I had to live to whiteness the way That pain won't leave you the same Look at my past again I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends And the "My bad"s Here we go again, and I'm like "When will it ever end?" Ay I'm more than the misunderstandings And the way that I look from their vantage I know it, but can I be candid? It's hard to remember when I feel like my best just ain't good enough I take my best shots and put 'em up Reality break in and call my bluff Then it takes all my stuff It don't define me, I feel like it do And I know it's a lie, but I feel like it's true But I need his eyes to get in my view 'Cause all I can see is blue Dreamin' I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know I just know I'm tired of dreamin' I'm trying to find the ceiling I tried to fake it but I'm reeling 'Cause I'm cold (That's where I'm at, man) And what should a dreamer do? You shoot for the stars but can't see the roof Yo' body just won't let you see it through You just can't see what they see in you Between me and you, I ain't know if I'd ever make music again I look at old vids, is that even you? I heard what I said, is that even true? Honestly, I don't know how to be For so long I was set out on sights he'd help me to see There's a mess on my feet Am I trying to hard to steer? When its clear? And my body ain't been workin' right for like, 15 years I think, but why keep count? I dream of what to try next and I write checks, but they keep bouncin' Speed bumps turn into steep mountains Sometimes I, envy my friends I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them And they ask me, when I been? I been tryna learn how to dream again I can't act like my dreams compete with him 'Cause what good is a dream? If it don't submit to the king? It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing (Dreamin')
Writer(s): William Barefield, Writer Unknown, Anthony Cruz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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