Dream Chasin'

[Skit] "Alright guys, good shit today at the label. I think it went well." "Yo, I’m tired as hell." "Yeah, well we got a long ass ride home so try to get some sleep on the bus." "We’ll try to." "We got a show tomorrow so make sure you get that rest, alright? Before you miss that bus, the last one tonight. Try not to sleep at my house." [Verse 1] Ay, check the plans out We work hard, I ain’t asking for a handout If I hit the booth, I don’t have to pass the grams out And be the well when the other thoughts ran out They say they lost words. I got them puzzled like the cross-word Harvard, I’m nuts George Washington Carver But you can never pay a boss peanuts If it gets messy be prepared for the cleanup But this thing called success is so strange Because you can get notoriety and still ride the train Make it in its entirety and search for the fame But I’m still Michael Phelps: swimming in my lane Where’s Lois? Me, I’m Superman here to save the day Or at least I thought I was, til I Flew in to save her and I met my opponent I’m fighting with myself, don’t offer the condolence I’m dreaming [Hook] We chasing the dream So what is life? The diamonds and the gleam Get a job while I’m doing it, promise to stay true in it Doing it, but never let another soul ruin it And things ain’t what it seem Make money to spend it, I got my scheme Work hard while we doing it, promise to stay true to it Doing it, but never let another soul ruin it [Verse 2] It's too haunting, the task is daunting Trying to get the labels on board while flaunting But let’s make some music, make some money, get the rides European ties, have models for wives Sometimes I feel fated to pretend Unsafe, cause my crib is far from gated in I’m a relic, believe slightly the psychedelic If I could take off, would you consider me angelic? Hysteric, I’m the subject and the predicate They hating on me, tell me where’s the etiquette If you Goliath, I don’t need to prove I’m better than I play David, I’m a fourth year letter man So Letterman, can’t you hear me knocking on the door Hard to breathe at this altitude where oxygen is poor Think Benz, I don’t know what Pontiac means And this is what happens when an insomniac dreams [Hook]