Blue Dreams

Blue Dreams in Gardena, my brother cant sleep No lights in Gardena, my brother can't see Cold Fight in his soul, no rights, sometimes Wish he could shut down like government Piss off, people blind as the three mice But they can see fine, if theres profit involved (Truth) In all the places i go, people got a phone for a nose So close to they face look like they putting on lip gloss (Damn) I'm shocked, but never am I stumped see I spit like the kick drum from the energizer bunny (Bunny) Put down your pride, set aside your money All i want is your time, you ain't gotta love me (Nah) I aint always sunny, this ain't no philly shit (Nah) This is sone really thick rhetoric written with a broken wrist I can only hope to get, soley what you give So in return you can take my remarks as a gift, bitch Thinking bout thoughts (Thoughts) talking bout words (Words) Drinking brown scotch Smoking dank pot, top shelf high as hell I met god in the form of the devil I step on, never let off the pedal I sit down, look around, notta sound in my mental Notta peep, notta mouse, notta word Notta verb, notta sound, gotta learn, the times now Distilled in the rhythm thats written in fiction An instrument syndicate, villain involving Dissolving the walls the surround all the talking Both out n inside from place where were watching The witness, unwitnessed, the prince n the princess The king n his mistress, but don't forget jack Cause I'm back like black with a school that I rock Santa cruz what is up, we gon' let the flow drop n Hit em with imminent, intimate, instruments Enter the eminent presence like Eminem Never gon' sell my self, better go tell you friends If you want energy then you gone mess with me Testing me, ain't no one besting me Mr. Elevate elegance, go tell your sister I miss her i wish her the best but we done It was fun, gotta run, heard the pop of the gun... And wont stop til I'm done, like a robber with gloves Keep a low profile, on the spot where I'm from... Thats an invitation for disaster I dunno sometimes what I'm after Get ya sprung with this flow that i mastered Spit this dope with soul i've fostered Hit this bowl like Chris brown popped her Sit back down, your bitch ass don't matter It, don't matter, can capture status like a caption Takes practice, and practice what you lacking Slacking like the lines that I rhyme on the track C'mon y'all, lets get this shit a little bit faster Sicker than pictures of chicks who be drunker than liquor Well now, I'm not down, ill be out, imma bounce Like the sounds of the grounds of the system thats ripping Like reasons right outta they mouths of those spitting Excuses like verses; with purpose averting The weight of the world that is felt in each person But if you, wade in wells n wait for hell to surface... I'm afraid you'll be disappointed Thinking bout thoughts (Thoughts), talking bout words (Words) Drinking brown scotch Smoking dank pot, top shelf high as hell I met god in the form of the devil I step on, never let off the pedal I sit down, look around, notta sound in my mental Notta peep, notta mouse, notta word Notta verb, notta sound, gotta learn, the times now