Studio Dreamszzzz

Twerkin in my Bachelors Thinkin bout a studio All the places we have seen All the places we gon go Music lit an loud as smoke Hear this on the radio Bitch we still turnin up Pray the homies make it home The crowds lifted Man down, air lift him The Browns hittin, Make a niggia slide, Cal Ripkin Go hard, fuckin goin home Work hard, yeah that's all we know We been puttin work in We go for broke to make it spend You know that hustle never end You kno that muscle like the gym We all been on our way to win You kno that road been paved with sin And the crowd yellin "do it" Another shot while we bump to the bruises And addin numbers to the body count If we don't kill ourselves, then I guess it's erebody else Be careful it's a mosh pit They really some bullies And they ain't come in here to argue with ya They in here to do it They say dat smoke a make ya nauseous If you ain't prepared The kinda green that they field gardens with And beg you to smell Etiquette, respect the party And the "fare you thee wells" Cause when it's time to break your heart again they'll say you did well All for the cause (You got me, You Got me) Up late most nites The days go by Only they who try Only they know why Up late most nights (I keep on hopin) That the struggle won't last always Grateful for the hustle And the muscle through the long wait Thankful for the moments, never thought I would be here Gotta pray for all da soldiers dat ain't make it through the field Say a prayer for all da loved ones Gotta watch from way up high And to blaze one for the lonesome who afraid to come outside Set da pace like dem runners Get on ya paper like commas, Do the dash, get on yo math Numbers And by the time they count you out You see you're already in And ain't no worry bout that clock Keep on watch it'll spin An by the time you figure it out You be like "where has it been" Things change Seasons change People gone with the wind Still there's so much more ahead of you But now you're armed with the lesson And on your shoulders something heavy But your armed with the blessin I kno you seen your share of hells don't let em promise you heaven Cause any dream they care to sell Comes with it's share of Kruegers as residents (You got me, You got me) (You got me) Under the spell again I'm feelin so compelled I'm up late most nights The days go by Only they who try Only they know why I can't give this up I can't stop now We the win blowin I can see the top from here, I can see we been goin thru it It don't matter how we here, all that matters is that we do it The grind won't stop, and we won't stop Better days on the horizon Both laughter and tears Gotta play sum for the smiles, you let stray over the years Throw caution to the breeze and tell a f*ck niggia please Matter of fact Give em that action Easy Rolling with a whatchamacallit, that don't believe in labels On the call log of some ballers, that only believe in favorites Tell that niggia gon pass that, we stayin the course In the bag Shoot Sport Amateurs won't make it This games not set to easy Pay attention to no hater The pain be loud and greedy Gotta ask em where the weed at, And tell em go find it Get some relax Go recline it Timin (You got me, You got me) Under ya spell again I'm feelin so compelled to win