E.B. - Dreamcasters (feat. Stef, Yung Juv, Alexander, YRNM) lyrics

Fanning the flames of my dilemma
With my last heart strings hard things
Like a broke jaw or simple bar swings
Hardening, igneous stones inside
My pinky ring don’t pick up
It’s that bitch from last night calling
Thought that room isolation would
Get my mind right, my mom tight
You ain’t gotta lie to make a bond right
In hindsight
This shit going on makes this hate feel right
Not a line
But a pole being casted into my night
It’s what you do without love
Lacking mattress actions make it
Hurt from high above want a cat but all my
Interest only come from sluts
Let’s go back when matters simply
Dealt with how we draw i had no cards at all
Sitting in a coldesac
Lost track of where my focus at
Mucus on my shoe and
Heart spilling out my trainer jacket
Someone tried to take it
I was selfish and just yanked it back
Possibly she loved me but
She left me stranded, strained in fact
Destination 0, I was lost and said
Where me at?

Praying to totems you bow your head
While I pray through poems split seas
I Moses specific oceans then mosey over
We could go postal from coast to
Coast and then go for global
I might just hope for a new
Eight but then again I'm hopeful
I must've missed the old you because
You seem to know you
Come up a run up unlikely but
Still you seem to glow through
I underestimate you when should I
Come and get you
I want your mind and your body
I want your excellence to
Elegantly excellently boost your mentality
I boost my speakers up till
I get state wide fatalities
Actually I only exist in fake reality
I battle these demons and titans
You can fathom thee
Hold the Holy Bible I'm holy as holy bullshit
I stink just as a bad
But it's greener than all your boys shit
I rolled it
A hundred thousands blunts then I smoked it

Soon to be what they wish they was
And I'm flying free, like the bird above
Quit lying B, you ain't getting buzz
Smash a bitch like a down B
Mother fucking Kirby aye
Pipe down, you ain't really with my shit, nah
Pipe down
You ain't really 'bout the progress
Calm down, hit em with a new name
Motherfucking refresh leagues above them
Like a Dreamcast

Shout out to the bitches who
Doubted this silly nigga
Still puffing dirty dick of a random nigga
You love to hate
But he give you plenty money
Though, to hoes like you
With no standards nor future
Hussy, hush your mouth, suck on spout
Spit it out and you's a quitter, a schizo
Like me, peaking with no limiter, fruity
Has a primo game compared to you
Finna deal a ho, trade and commerce
Like super pimping occupation
Turn location off
For the cop cars come for us

I'm a paradox, apostle in a brothel
Making prophets off my rapping shit
Faded off the paper, wish I was
But I ain't that and shit
I'm passive as a pageant bitch
Losing to the baddest
Starting action on they ratchet shit
Flower on the chest, black fit be the best
And we fresh as the smell of
A nigga Crest breath is dirty be the set
We keep it dirty as the tech
And we sticky as the wet
That you dipping cigarettes in, nigga