Baked Dreams
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Lyrics
Never thoughts of suit and tie, until I Picked myself up out my fucking stupid pride, music lies Tryna convince me that I'm a superstar, what do I Gotta do if the older I get the more I'm getting scrutinized (Fake Dreams) Vanish when I'm busy Stay taking advantage of challenges that they bring me Got no-one to manage me, actually spread my talents My balance gon boost my balance, my bank account lookin biggie, oooooh Riding in the hotbox with the doobie on me Shit look like a Snoop Khalifa movie homie Life is so much better when you risk it homie Life is much more fuuuun, when you risk it, risk it (Distort) Winnin, winnin, winnin If you don't want it like Jimmy you won't find it, I turned my distraction into my guidance Whenever I toke, refer to me as your highness I'm on my game mode, like Gerrit or J. Cole It's the Backwood bomber, swisher sweet swaggah Get up on yo level? Boy you preaching to the pastor Travel to greener pastures, burn it all for the masses Contact high got em reaching for they glasses Double jack and cokes, I smokes way too often I don't want a hit, less that shit, got me coughin Pussy on my roster, I own them cats like Coughlin With more bombs than the Green Goblin Mary Jane in my DMs, people saying they wouldn't wanna be me Just sad that they gotta be them, instead of being me G Fake dreams staying alive like the BeeGees, how deep is the love? Enough to work to never ask if I've achieved enough Riding in the hotbox with the doobie on me Shit look like a Snoop Khalifa movie homie Life is so much better when you risk it homie Life is much more fuuuun, when you risk it, risk it (Distort) Riding in the hotbox with the doobie on me Shit look like a Snoop Khalifa movie homie Life is so much better when you risk it homie Life is much more fuuuun, when you risk it, risk it (Distort)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:11
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 80 BPM