C.O.T. // Dreams Dreams Dreams

(album: Searching Sylvan - 2014)

[Part 1 C.O.T. (Constantly Over Thinking)]

One of the greatest addictions is the addiction to thinking
It's actually addictive, can't stop thinking
Can't stop drinking, can't stop smoking, can't stop thinking
Thinking is the greater addiction

Tell you what it's like for a younging on the South Side
So much on mind, I don't know why
So much on mind, I don't know why
Always on the grind, never chilling out one time
So much on mind, I don't know why
So much on mind, I don't know why

Ugh, all these late nights in my zone
Wishing I could stay at your place
These days haters all in my home
All my partners either went off to college
Got baby mommas on deck
My nigga went ahead and got his degree
Still at Chili's slaving for a check
Look, nigga where you wanna be in ten years?
Shit where I wanna be in ten years
Momma need to know what I'mma do now
Get a job, maybe you can run and go to school now
Mothafuck a mailman, he just make the bills pile
Through it all, good and bad, find a way to still smile
This is for my over thinkers, sit back and relax

If you rolling, if you rolling, if you rolling then throw your L's in the sky
If you rolling, if you rolling, if you rolling then throw your L's in the sky
If you drinking, if you drinkin, if you drinkin, then throw your cups in the sky
If you drinking, if you drinkin, if you drinkin, baby just don't drink and drive

Tell you what it's like for a younging on the South Side
So much on mind, I don't know why
So much on mind, I don't know why
Always on the grind, never chilling out one time
So much on mind, I don't know why
So much on mind, I don't know why

Your choice then, is not to understand more
Or to bring some intellectual analysis to the practice
To practice, the state of non-thinking

[Part 2 Dreams Dreams Dreams]

Mrs. Jenny from the block
Came out the shower, dropped the top
Been waiting for the night since I was 7 when I watched the blocks
Grammy nominated, QuEST is scheduled to perform
Just sold out the Garden 20 minutes, it's become the norm
Presidential, continentals overlooking half the world
Just turned half a million down so I can chill and fuck my girl
I need a grande caramel macchiato with my dress up
Plus Chipotle, don't forget the sauce you know I like it extra
Mama calling from her mansion, been some years since I done left her
Western Union, hustling, spending money, milli to impress her
Double platinum on my recent single, working on my album
This will be my junior effort, numbers soaring like a falcon
Vacation to the islands, sending money to Italians
Dodging taxes and moscato, watching all this money piling
It feels like, yeah yeah feels right

I got dream dream dream dreams all in my mind
A couple thousand in my pocket
Anything I wanna cop it
Pray to God nobody wake me up
I got dream dream dream dreams all in my mind
A new coupe for the lady
Nothing less than a Mercedes
Pray to God nobody wake me up

And I'm stunting with a World Series attitude, champagne bottle life
Living in the present ain't give a fuck about tomorrow night
Of course I have a model wife, preferably Penelope Tree
At 23 you know that's all that I need
Glasses of wine as options
Isolated baby, nobody's watching
Dominicana on my nogging, losing track of time
Private jets to estates and places I can't pronounce
Pardon my culture shock, I need amounts of money
That's only legal for Swiss accounts
Jigga just hit me for dinner
Wants to discuss some of his future endeavors, I'm with it
Interpretations that end our convention
Reservations at En Morise, smoking Cubans all in Paris
Heaven just walked through my door in leggings
Down for whatever she only caters my preference
A blessing that I'm in her presence
A thousand dollars worth of lingerie that she's undressing
I keep forgetting checkout time is at 11
I got the money to spend it
Rolls Royce's outside the building
Don't worry I'm in attendance
Just chill, I'll be down in 10 minutes
Releasing this tension, work better after special attention, ya feel me?
Tell my lawyers I need the paperwork ready
We'll toast the glasses of wine and a fucking plate of spaghetti
Ya'll mean? Luxuries most of which wouldn't think of
The lifestyle's a youngin can only dream of

I got dream dream dream dreams all in my mind
A couple thousand in my pocket
Anything I wanna cop it
Pray to God nobody wake me up
I got dream dream dream dreams all in my mind
A new coupe for the lady
Nothing less than a Mercedes
Pray to God nobody wake me up