OxiClean

What's a dream to a man with nothing Shit it's everything Oxymoron now I'm Oxiclean Yea I'm married to the game got a pinky ring as a wedding ring Gave it everything gave it everything What's a dream to a man with nothing Shit it's everything Oxymoron now I'm Oxiclean Yea I'm married to the game got a pinky ring as a wedding ring Gave it everything gave it everything I'm probably a prophecy in some degree No stopping me I'm honestly an Ivy League book worm I seem to be everything I tried to be put my best foot first 3rd eye open interstellar see the universe When I'm in the hearse I'll prolly drive it in reverse So I can live the youth I gave up tryna make a dream work Pixar my hits are under the radar Charzard heat all I got when I play cards Bitch in my sheets hit the box get a ray gun Keep it all discrete I pray a broke bitch say some Nonsense hating on me cuz I'm everything you waiting on Play the song drop the bomb right or wrong either way I'm hitting every bitch that you simping on Pour a cup, What you sipping on F*ck her with my slippers on I been feeling righteous Pussy on my mind as I write this All they say is type shit while I type shit Tell em mic this, Then I flip shit Flip script, get the grip, while I grip her hips I'm On a psychedelic trip shit I wonder what I have missed While I dream like this not shit what I missed On your grave where I piss when I fucking reminisce Used to dream for some better days Now my mental stuck in a haze Running through plays Like I'm running through a maze A man with no dreams is a man in a grave What's a dream to a man with nothing Shit it's everything Oxymoron now I'm Oxiclean Yea I'm married to the game got a pinky ring as a wedding ring Gave it everything gave it everything What's a dream to a man with nothing Shit it's everything Oxymoron now I'm Oxiclean Yea I'm married to the game got a pinky ring as a wedding ring Gave it everything gave it everything Tie the knot gave a lot how many problems you got A lot Feel like Spongebob and I'm stuck in a box Imagination all I got when I drop So when my heart stops Find me in a temple of gold Play my hand I won't fold This the dice that I rolled I need my bands in a roll So I can die in a ghost I'm chasing tail like a folk Need a light how I cope With all the shit that's in my mind Every-time I rewind through the times I will find a fine line that I crossed And shit I'd cross it again Cuz god forgiving our sins So why not pour the gin Until the liquor make me spin Then repent do it all again Shit That's the cycle They treat me like the dirty laundry Same hoes they recycle Till they decide that they really want me Wonder what you want in life Hundreds in your pocket right? There must be something in the water like Cosby on a date night These dreams all I need they might help me go to sleep at night