billy woods - Pipe Dreamin’ lyrics
[billy woods - Pipe Dreamin’ lyrics]
Insomniacs with pipe dreams hold torch
Acetylene to Cali green
Not that nigga, know what I
Mean, my mind spray, Then I flee the scene
Don’t flounder
Still got the gat in your jeans
This work turn man to machine
Out for glitter and gleam
Cream by any means, rush in like SWAT teams
With more careful schemes than
Your neighborhood fiend
My favorite pipe head, nigga named Fred
Like what you need dread
CDs, weed, or some sick head
His bitch only got one leg
That’s a pro-hoe and one Pro-Ked
Fred do whatever for the bread
Take eight balls to the head
Told that nigga you gon’ end up dead
No sooner said, B&E in the first degree
Lights came on
He holding the TV, tried to pull a fast one
But this cat had a magnum
I guess he was the fast one
One smoke I went to school with their son
Kid tried to play dumb
Like can’t come over my moms is real sick
No shit, we all seen her turning tricks
Working the strip she suck his boys dick
On the low ain’t that a bitch
Trifling, one bedroom apartment
Stifling, kids dirty, Kitchen frightening
Summer time, two weeks the same trash
Depressant like watching a custy
Smoke they stash
Begging for more, no cash, fuck they ass
Ain’t no difference selling or smoking
That little money get a nigga open
You gon’ get rich? Must be joking
Or else coke token
Ain’t no porter, you gon’ need lawyers
Fuck friends, they suppliers
They jerking you
If they buyers they thinking
‘bout murking you
Where you stash, the cops’ll know that too
Cause there’s a snitch in every fucking crew
Taught baby the game blew, and you stuck
In the middle with fed time
And two-hundred dollar shoes
Guess what you lose, pipe dreaming
Glass dick semen
Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I’m leaving
Pipe dreaming, glass dick semen
Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I’m leaving
Acetylene to Cali green
Not that nigga, know what I
Mean, my mind spray, Then I flee the scene
Don’t flounder
Still got the gat in your jeans
This work turn man to machine
Out for glitter and gleam
Cream by any means, rush in like SWAT teams
With more careful schemes than
Your neighborhood fiend
My favorite pipe head, nigga named Fred
Like what you need dread
CDs, weed, or some sick head
His bitch only got one leg
That’s a pro-hoe and one Pro-Ked
Fred do whatever for the bread
Take eight balls to the head
Told that nigga you gon’ end up dead
No sooner said, B&E in the first degree
Lights came on
He holding the TV, tried to pull a fast one
But this cat had a magnum
I guess he was the fast one
One smoke I went to school with their son
Kid tried to play dumb
Like can’t come over my moms is real sick
No shit, we all seen her turning tricks
Working the strip she suck his boys dick
On the low ain’t that a bitch
Trifling, one bedroom apartment
Stifling, kids dirty, Kitchen frightening
Summer time, two weeks the same trash
Depressant like watching a custy
Smoke they stash
Begging for more, no cash, fuck they ass
Ain’t no difference selling or smoking
That little money get a nigga open
You gon’ get rich? Must be joking
Or else coke token
Ain’t no porter, you gon’ need lawyers
Fuck friends, they suppliers
They jerking you
If they buyers they thinking
‘bout murking you
Where you stash, the cops’ll know that too
Cause there’s a snitch in every fucking crew
Taught baby the game blew, and you stuck
In the middle with fed time
And two-hundred dollar shoes
Guess what you lose, pipe dreaming
Glass dick semen
Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I’m leaving
Pipe dreaming, glass dick semen
Pregnant even, I came, I saw, now I’m leaving