E-Dubble, Komplex - My Last Dream lyrics
[E-Dubble, Komplex - My Last Dream lyrics]
I was healthy i was king
At least inside of my last dream
Woke and saw the TV screen
With my face inside
I lost my mind i lost the cause
Saw my stitches under gauze
The TV's on the lights are off
So my face is mine
They throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate
So I'm a just oh, oh, oh, oh
Yo stones throw from the liquor store i
Should probably get some more pour it out
And poison up my view is from the sycamore
The view's great
But the fall is what concerns me
Protein shakes accumulate the branch
Decides the verdict
Get your weight up i'm hurting
The 808 consoles me
Roles reverse sometimes it's like
The 808 controls me
Hand the problems over to
The Gatorade and codeine
Put a hat on go outside
Pretend like people know me
They don't, they phoney they show girls
They know me
We pop pills to placate juspano - we lonely
We live life to laugh loud
Fraternize that like minded
Aware of all these faults we sleep, we dream
We need that unwinding
The real life Wilfred no reality show
Call Miss Lewis my conscious
It's how reality goes
Not exactly what we planned, but we make do
Grinding every day just to let
The dreams chase you
I don't give a fuck about
The bullshit living true stories
Never spittin' from the pulpit
Grounded to glory
Cause the struggle isn't pretty
Footage looking gritty
But we fix that in post-pro
And no show the pity like
I want to fly up and away like Superman
Pray everyday I keep on moving, man
Still see the fly gypsy video and
Say "yay Kom you the man"
Feels good to know I lost one
But, I ain't lose my fans
Take my shoes off and slow walk this track
Imma take my cool off but
I’m gon' want this back
It’s a J cold world and love
Is like a code word
Everybody think it means sumthin' different
Life throw curves
Take shots ‘til my throat burn
Just tryna’ feel something different
Listen, tape about empty, bank account empty
I wanna cop a take and rob
A bank: don’t tempt me
Thank God for my fans
I just wonder why he mad at us
The cards that he handed us
Harder than some calculus
The abacus not adding up
Tryna hold my temper
July more like December
Close my eyes and remember
At least inside of my last dream
Woke and saw the TV screen
With my face inside
I lost my mind i lost the cause
Saw my stitches under gauze
The TV's on the lights are off
So my face is mine
They throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate
So I'm a just oh, oh, oh, oh
Yo stones throw from the liquor store i
Should probably get some more pour it out
And poison up my view is from the sycamore
The view's great
But the fall is what concerns me
Protein shakes accumulate the branch
Decides the verdict
Get your weight up i'm hurting
The 808 consoles me
Roles reverse sometimes it's like
The 808 controls me
Hand the problems over to
The Gatorade and codeine
Put a hat on go outside
Pretend like people know me
They don't, they phoney they show girls
They know me
We pop pills to placate juspano - we lonely
We live life to laugh loud
Fraternize that like minded
Aware of all these faults we sleep, we dream
We need that unwinding
The real life Wilfred no reality show
Call Miss Lewis my conscious
It's how reality goes
Not exactly what we planned, but we make do
Grinding every day just to let
The dreams chase you
I don't give a fuck about
The bullshit living true stories
Never spittin' from the pulpit
Grounded to glory
Cause the struggle isn't pretty
Footage looking gritty
But we fix that in post-pro
And no show the pity like
I want to fly up and away like Superman
Pray everyday I keep on moving, man
Still see the fly gypsy video and
Say "yay Kom you the man"
Feels good to know I lost one
But, I ain't lose my fans
Take my shoes off and slow walk this track
Imma take my cool off but
I’m gon' want this back
It’s a J cold world and love
Is like a code word
Everybody think it means sumthin' different
Life throw curves
Take shots ‘til my throat burn
Just tryna’ feel something different
Listen, tape about empty, bank account empty
I wanna cop a take and rob
A bank: don’t tempt me
Thank God for my fans
I just wonder why he mad at us
The cards that he handed us
Harder than some calculus
The abacus not adding up
Tryna hold my temper
July more like December
Close my eyes and remember