Hip-Hop Artist finding a soundtrack to the journey of the process, PRODUCED BY FRETTZ
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Story behind the song
INSPIRED BY working side gigs and drinking at night. verse was a story of tryna sell cds and getting a 5 on it to pay for the bus back home.
Lyrics
Night terrors im thinking i was gone
Last night i went drinking with the homies
Thats right ask where i got these songs
Paranoia dancing on my dome
(DREAM$) I know im right but i rather be wrong
Im staying high but im not talking stoned
Most of yall a Glass house still throwing stones
When you Get cracked now thats where you lost your tone
Dance along a motherfuken timefly (oh grown)
Selfdoubtbullshit all on my mind
Staring at the screen look at my life
Only I knew a dream could Materialize
I tried love yall but there aint no love yall
I fall like a curtain call
That shit didnt even hurt at all
You didnt even work at all
To Them you aint even worth a doll
(Barbie) A dollar i spent at the mall
From a CD i sold in the park
I need to smoke weed need no spark fly
I be dealing with nothing but art
I do not have nothing but heart flies
I stay smoking weed after dark night
I see the bullshit lie like a dart eye
While im Taking a dab she be flipping the carts
Invest in a stock or some some socks
strike while the iron is hot
Drop
I always be smoking the pot
Rolling the trees and we running the stops
Social media got us gunning for cops
And like you got my people these bars stay on lock
I thinking of a million but dont say alot
I aim for a trillion so i spray the block
With all of this rhythm until i do rot
And i be a zombie if they put me in a box
CHorus
Eye of the horus stay focused
And the chorus for the hopeless
Search that ashtray for a roach
While Im sleeping with the roaches
Dont give a fuck if you be grossing
Under the table
We be grossing
Going Nasty with the knowledge
And i barely went college
Smoking bammer in my solace
Wondering where my soul is
West is where is my coast is
Stress is how i wrote this
My heart aint fresh its frozen
I see you like 10 rows in
I see you like them roses
My head stay calm like my afro zen