Fantasy

I like to close my eyes and imagine myself Inside a perfect world where I got lots of wealth Where I get lots of endearment from my loyal fans Smoking a pipe from inside of Amsterdam Imagining my two mansions and luxury cars Everywhere I go, they know I’m a star… And they treat me with respect on the walk of fame I love to use my imagination and play the game They say “don’t fantasize too much or your lose yourself” Well I’m too addicted, probably need to get that help Or else it might infect my mind and ruin my health Leave me completely deluded myself But I can’t help to transport myself to fantasy Because I hate looking at the stark reality I don’t get how you normal people can even survive In a world where it’s basically ride or die It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream I’m addicted to sleep, yes I love to dream… About this fantasy world where I can sing Have a beautiful voice which people fall for And the masses all buy my records from the store This dream world is lovely and all… So much so, I get delusional and meet my downfall Because I don’t have a grasp on reality I often confuse that for fantasy Let my dreams run wild and cloud my vision up I get in too deep and I lose all my bucks It’s a deadly situation I can’t get out of… All I get is hate, I wish I had some love… So I don’t have to fantasize anymore… Never have to see reality as a chore And get on with my life so I can finally live it But even then that is a dream that I feel so vivid It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream Will I ever escape this fantasy world? Will I ever find fame and fortunes untold? All the answers to those questions is a mystery I can’t figure it out even though it’s easy peezy I had a long time, to refine my work… I’m 25 years old, why am I still the worst Is it because I get delusional like all of the time? It even hurts to listen to my prior rhymes Trying to be this, trying to be that Thinking I’m legit making gangsta rap I couldn’t get the words out, I sounded scared and confused Like my mind wasn’t working, I should of felt like a fool But I buried that deep inside so I could believe In one highly improbable pipe dream… Why am I forced to live in fantasy? Is there any way I can understand reality? It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream It's better over here in fantasy So dream, dream, dream, dream, dream