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TBT (Dreams)

 

TBT (Dreams)

(アルバム: Subtle Meditation - 2018)


They asking me about my story, let me tell 'em the truth
I started with a dollar and a dream, scratch that
I barely had enough money to get back and forth to the studio
Let alone to record and then mix and master
So poor that my pockets empty [?] praying that it all works out
A 9-to-5 grind can really make your mind bug out
You talk about your dreams and people start to tune you out
So second guessing every move until you plan a new route
This feel like two thousand and twelve when I was stocking shelves at Target
Payed $8.25 an hour, dreaming 'bout making an album
Thinking how can I survive with this meager existence
When this dream of mine is out of reach like it's off in the distance
Chasing after it, feeling fatigued
I got persistence, that's that second wind shit
These mental one mile wind sprints
Training for this fucking marathon
Long, hard, I'm quick to get to my goal
That's the point, John Wall
Resting on a pedestal, that's the fastest way to fall
Above all, I keep my head high and press forward
In hopes that people press "play" and say that I'm the dopest
A lonely road, I chose the ride being driven by focus
Refuse to crash and break down, I gotta keep it going
I can't be stagnant, stalling out in the land of the hopeless
Ten thousand hours, I'm getting close, I'm over devoted
They underestimated, that's an understatement
Need a fill in for the underdog?
I would love to play it any day of the week
I was smoking Backwoods while y'all was rolling in sweets
Off yo' ass and on your feet, my nigga ain't shit sweet?
We in this maze with no exit, can only pray for direction
Be conscious, making decisions when you don't have no protection
Double negative my logic, make it positive
The double entendres, the consonants with the melodies as the accent and harmonies that could complement
That's called cold common sense
Like Southside where it's middle of winter, freezing flow
I left 'em frozen again
I guess by now it's probably safe to say I'm chosen to win
Yeah, yeah, tell me what you doing my man?
Nobody told you niggas that I wasn't going nowhere?
The spot was vacant so you thought you'd take a seat in my chair?
I'm right here
What you doing my man?
Nobody told you niggas that I wasn't going nowhere?
The spot was vacant so you thought you'd take a seat in my chair?
I'm right here, right here, right here

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