dayDREAMing (feat. Forever Foy)

Daydreaming This shit happened so fast It's a beautiful thing to start over Of course not Said, nobody Sixth floor of the Regis See the score from the bleachers These bright lights flicker, my blinkers Left turn on you sleepers Mind turn for the thinkers I ain't dumbing down, nothing You a literate f*ck Wish these boys the best of luck Late flight, luggage stuffed heavily in his trunk in Beverly These hills have eyes of their own Clarity Peripheral chill from a stone I'll give you a ring when I'm home Dial tone, I'm busy Milestones of many, I'm heavenly blessed Angel Ink on my chest Pink flavor baguettes Ruby red, rose gold Cuban cover my neck I'm happily married to the game F*ck a lame, I could never hate on myself F*ck a lane, I'm driving myself Engine light flashing Fixing the shit myself Or ignore the motherfucker Drive this bitch right off the cliff I tell ya, I'm really him Sorry for shouting Shout detergent, scrubbing stain markings off of my kicks Landscape miles long, still cutting the shit Lost friends, hope I never see them fuckers again You showed me your hand Knew we wasn't gonna win My man's supposed to drive this motherfucker until the end Jumped out, road rash on his skin They ain't see it coming I know what the f*ck's wrong with them Daydreaming We used to sit in that basement drunk as f*ck 1800 tops everywhere I think it was like two shoe boxes of them motherfuckers, baby Stinky ass cigarettes everywhere Couple of little bitches All my niggas I mean all of them All of um See the elegance in this pen I'm forever sick hold the phlegm Beretta streakin again Clint Eastwood finger strength watching it spin There he go selling shit Very intelligent My nigga, don't get it bent Cover girl nights and my queen cover the spread I'm six levels ahead I'm steady counting this bread Give a f*ck what they said I'ma keep walking Know the haters gon' hate Let the talkers keep talking I'ma fucking ball harder Six picks in one quarter Deron Bland playing both corners I'ma bad man Check the time on him It's your time, Foy It's your time Going blind on em bright of all brights I'm a shrine owner Knight of all nights I'm a sword thrower, torch blower, spitter of the year Verse Quoter First quarter Nigga Ain't that bout a bitch Daydreaming Shit, niggas used to sit on that motherfucker porch all goddamn day Hotter than a motherfucker Little white rags you done stole out your mama house Get them bitches dirty as hell You done dropped that bitch 22 times, bro Go back in the house Daydreaming