EXCUSE ME I WAS DREAMING

One day I come home, I'm making music Whatever I want I just gotta do it Now I feel like I'm away, now I feel like I'm at bay Feel like I'm out for escape, feel like I ain't in my way Feels like I'm handling Rolls to the Royce Feel like continuing ain't even choice Feel like I've got nothing to prove Feel like I'm new and got nothing to lose Feels like I'm all with good dudes Feel like a Blues Brother, man I ain't even get to choose brother Got my mood stutters, and my shoes flutter like I'm Hermes Excuse me? What'd you utter? Got my work on, where I use butter With my two tongs, and I cook up 'till my food cut And my wallet full, and my fit trill But I hate y'all, I got my bait y'all My girlfriend caked y'all And if you worry bout me, I'm straight y'all