Dead Dreams

They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams They're burying me with my dead dreams That still work I'm doing better now- thanks for asking I was dancing in a field full of caskets A good kid, grew up fast, got into fashion Hit the rap trap, backpacked out to Atlanta And I'm out. They say misery loves company So every other psychopath come to me now I know just how it feels to be out by yourself When you feel so hollow, got you howling at moons you- You'll never know, you'll never know Where my mind goes, through highs and lows You'll never see how much I've grown You won't believe if I don't show An eternity spent inside a Midwest autumn I've been dreaming about a place like this for so long, caught up In all this hustle, leaves rustle, ultimately stalling Cemetery breeze inside a casket or a coffin They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams They're burying me with my dead dreams That still work We are them sad boys who always in they feels When you listen on your worst days but fuck them culture vultures I hope someday I see what I've become from what was dealt Feelings I felt, living hell, sensing trepidation Colloquial terms, just what the fuck is y'all saying? Y'all sipping, y'all leanin, and I'm with it, don't get it twisted 'Til its popping charts but plays parts of accidental suicides Two icons, two years and I think I know whose next It's hard to put the story of my life inside a box It's hard to find the right words or defy a ticking clock If I die a nightmare, just know I lived a dreamer When I act tough it covers up soft interior Living in a screen to make Apollo Clone official With a job that pays the bills but makes me want to cut my wrists though, homie How this shit get easier? I'll sign it and initial If I die tonight it will be of my own volition They're burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams They're burying me with my dead dreams That still work