THESE DREAMS

Like fuck

I’ve had enough of these dreams

Never seen nothing like the stuff in these dreams

Orfield laboratory couldn’t muffle these screams

Living in the future but I’m stuck on 3G

Like fuck

Not got enough of these p’s

Living in the muck n not a buck in three weeks

I’m stuck

Stuck in the mud of these streets

Stuck in the drugs stuck in the pub can’t get enough of these dreams

Like fuck

How I’m living in the muck

Living in a rut sucking in the dust like Henry

Giving in to lust getting fucked with my memory

No entry man your envy offends me

Fuck

I been living in another way

If I run away catch me sinning in another place

Synonyms and acronyms these riddles that I’m trapped within belittling my craft that brings my muddied brains a month of rain

Pause

I won’t wait for applause

better see me soon before I stray from my course

I’d better make some tunes before break from the core

From the pace that I always replacing with more

Living ratchet man I’m batshit that’s it

I’ll crack your trap I adapt to your tactics

You stab my back with a hatchet

I’ll retract it snatch it back smoke crack through the scratches

Like fuck

I’ve had enough of these dreams

Never seen nothing like the stuff in these dreams

Orfield laboratory couldn’t muffle these screams

Living in the future but I’m stuck on 3G

Like fuck

Not got enough of these p’s

Living in the muck n not a buck in three weeks

I’m stuck

Stuck in the mud of these streets

Stuck in the drugs stuck in the pub can’t get enough of these dreams

Put your self in the place of a waste of space

Quick can when I wake cause I hate the taste

Of my own disappointment a blatant case

Of self deprecation and hatred gained

From getting to high with a vacant face

I wanna calm down but I hate restraint

My mates have strayed because I’m always baked and vague

My brains decayed I think in the strangest ways

They wanna see me fall so they pave the way

Then when I’m on the ground with me they lay the blame

Stuck in a maze of games boxed in creative flames

They wanna see me go crazy but they hate insane

They wanna cash in on the chaos rings of naked flame

You hurt yourself today but I was bathed in pain

Why you angry man? Your lack of strains opaque

There’s no hatred in my eyes or my paleish face

I am a waste of space and I hate break and take

and wake to shake the demons in a cradled state

There’s a fake debate in my inflated brain

Feeling confined in this space I waste

Take a break shake the shame you hate

Craving a pasting I’m cradling grace

Faking a frame of a slave to the game

That I play in a haze while I'm quaking and baked like

Like fuck

I’ve had enough of these dreams

Never seen nothing like the stuff in these dreams

Orfield laboratory couldn’t muffle these screams

Living in the future but I’m stuck on 3G

Like fuck

Not got enough of these p’s

Living in the muck n not a buck for three weeks

I’m stuck

Stuck in the mud of these streets

Stuck in the drugs stuck in the pub can’t get enough of these dreams

Like fuck

I’ve had enough of these dreams

Never seen nothing like the stuff in these dreams

Orfield laboratory couldn’t muffle these screams

Living in the future but I’m stuck on 3G

Like fuck

Not got enough of these p’s

Living in the muck n not a buck for three weeks

I’m stuck

Stuck in the mud of these streets

Stuck in the drugs stuck in the pub can’t get enough of these dreams

Like fuck

I’ve had enough of these dreams

Never seen nothing like the stuff in these dreams

Orfield laboratory couldn’t muffle these screams

Living in the future but I’m stuck on 3G

Like fuck

Not got enough of these p’s

Living in the muck n not a buck for three weeks

I’m stuck

In the mud of these streets

Stuck in the drugs stuck in the pub can’t get enough of these dreams