Caught In A Daze

(الألبوم: The Rose Tint - 2011)

[Verse 1: David Dallas]
Yeah, yeah, I'm high upon a new wave of confidence
I'm trying to ride it to a few different continents
Known in the country that I'm from but anonymous
To most of the populous and dominant
Awkward places, I'm from New Zealand and I'm use to seeing different faces
And they don't ever turn the radio to different stations
I gotta do it though cause Mum's getting sick of waiting
When I was young she used to tell me "Have some fucking patience"
But she loved the baby boy, raise the bar like I'm on roids with my game playing with the joysticks
I'm grateful for the voice I've been given
Big boy now my purple whip about to have all of the sort of bugs flicking
[?] sipping vodka soda with the twist in
Jamiroquai playing I don't say it should be different it's still hip hop in the vein
Smurnoff in the brain, always been a cool dude I'll let you know if you can say

[Hook]
I'm kicking back, feeling good on a Friday
Ain't letting all the bullshit get in my way
Know that I stay
Caught in a daze, caught in a daze, caught in a daze, caught in a daze
I'm in a good mood, don't mess in my high, things are looking up
You can see in my eyes, so you know I'm
Caught in a daze, caught in a daze, caught in a daze, caught in a daze

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch I'm caught up in a daze, caught up with these polices again
Bitch, got these swisshers and these vehicles we chiefin up in
That's why they hate
Custom colours, has my niece end up on 6's
If you ever tryna' find me, I prolly' be water whipping
Cooking up and cutting
Open up baggy, stuff em' like muffins
Out of dope, but joy yo prices ain't in my budget, so fuck it
I stuck em' up, and got on the highway
Freddie Gibbs get fried, like everyday is Friday
In the place I reside, I keep that iron cause them goons gonna' be lurking
Keep my dough spot popping and my boost phone twerking
Put me on the licking and anybody move, I'ma' murk em'
Knock em' out their shoes and give their ass the blues, that's for certain
Bitch, you purping n' you flirting with death, if you fuck of mine
For your shit to walk up and take your life, in this life of crime
In this life of mine I've tooken' away some; put my life on the line
Agents ask me for a statement, I decline

[Hook]

[Verse 3: David Dallas]
Yeah I'm saying
It's all, they can never talk me down, deeply rooted in the ground
Way I spit it's so profound, know the sound like some shit you heard before
But it ain't everyone's a [?] now but I'm using different paint man
I'm using different ink for the story, this is guts this is glory
It's the rush of performing, It's the slut when you're horny
It's the feeling that you get when you wake up in the morning
All that feeling that you get when the sun's dawning on another day
And you ain't seen your life another way
Working at the same job for next to nothing pay
Plugging away it's the dreams trying to hold this shit together
While the worst tuck in away, the same sick
Struggling it ain't no fame, one you looking back
But fuck if you ever [?] from that
So why you see it like a vintage car
You put your all in your writing, I once [?] you can rise
You talk about it with your friends as a symbol of a hard work
This is all of me sewing there looking that doing lenses
[?] it's probably right [?] and my voice is so committed

[Hook]