I Don't Dream...Often

Pictured perfect things, when I woke up to mo beans When I thought of poppin shit, when I think of poppin beans When I don't feel great at all, when I'm feelin all so great When I'm chillin at the mall, when I'm smokin on an Talkin to myself when I'm high off, off that green Purple leaves, smokin trees, get you up, up off your knees Got you talkin out yo sleeve Got you takin off yo weave Got you roamin out at night Got you hoppin on this Got you hoppin on this beat, Girl We know you not a street Girl Get up off them streets, Girl I know you wanna see the world You know I wanna see you twirl To nights in London streets, Girl Well sleep in foreign sheets, Girl Wearing Gucci Bling... Pearls We chillin with the wine cuz That would be the dream,Girl Soda and the fries... Salty with the sweet Girl Ain't wasting no time, remember all the deets, Girl Know I picture perfect sights cuz often I don't dream, Girl