Joey Bada$$ - Sweet Dreams lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Sweet Dreams lyrics]
First I wake up, wake up, thinking of
A plan to get my cake up, cake up
Cause I can't pay the rent with school papers
I need two acres and more
I know how it feel walking out
The door pockets out of dough
Out it doe, be on the flow
We smoking indo, but we out though, adios
My audio getting me that Audi
Dough or the range rov
Mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road
Drive slow, cruising down memory lane before
I hit the streets have my melody playing
Creators choose flight with
My melancholy saying head between clouds
I think I'm married to Jane
I remember the days when I'd forever complain
That's way before they started paying
I was in pain sick in the brain like I
Never met a physicist yet
Only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Round two bout, half of this loud through
Don't let them hounds snoop
And get soundproofed
High frequency sounds too
Has statik spot over serious statik shots
Scrap vinyls over them statik pops
Im a fanatic fly but a sporadic guy
Never chat a lot
Just pass the Lye and guide the youth
Stand with the truth, Nigga nothin' less
When the playbutton pressed
Killswitches feel it hit ya chest
And meet your death
If im caught on the fence know hell hit ya
Yes true vets keeps it real whichya
Ill wit ya, show you the real picture
Only keep the ones around that
Suffer for meals whichya
Cuz when them suckas, see ya supper
And your cake getting richer and
Your pockets getting thicker
Thats when they want you to remember a nigga
But when I handed you the tape
You couldn't remember to listen
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50
Thats 100 on the real, no balance scales
Still trippy
Where I live it's either you know
Talents well and sell records or no talent
Well we still sell for the record
Somehow the rap game reminds me
Of the trap game in fact is the exact same
And these tracks is my crack caine
And if you listening then you a fiend
Our music is the cure like some vaccines
Exotic to the core so stop asking
Got the blueprints to the game
But I read it as king
There's 47 ways to get this green
One is being an enslaved being
The other dreams
Red pill or blue bean, I can't
Sit still I'm too lean, nigga
Brush my bill on on new beams
Niggas on my tail now that I blew green
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Sweet dreams stuck in the 90's nigga
Stuck in the 90's nigga
We just some stuck in the 90's niggas
A plan to get my cake up, cake up
Cause I can't pay the rent with school papers
I need two acres and more
I know how it feel walking out
The door pockets out of dough
Out it doe, be on the flow
We smoking indo, but we out though, adios
My audio getting me that Audi
Dough or the range rov
Mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road
Drive slow, cruising down memory lane before
I hit the streets have my melody playing
Creators choose flight with
My melancholy saying head between clouds
I think I'm married to Jane
I remember the days when I'd forever complain
That's way before they started paying
I was in pain sick in the brain like I
Never met a physicist yet
Only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Round two bout, half of this loud through
Don't let them hounds snoop
And get soundproofed
High frequency sounds too
Has statik spot over serious statik shots
Scrap vinyls over them statik pops
Im a fanatic fly but a sporadic guy
Never chat a lot
Just pass the Lye and guide the youth
Stand with the truth, Nigga nothin' less
When the playbutton pressed
Killswitches feel it hit ya chest
And meet your death
If im caught on the fence know hell hit ya
Yes true vets keeps it real whichya
Ill wit ya, show you the real picture
Only keep the ones around that
Suffer for meals whichya
Cuz when them suckas, see ya supper
And your cake getting richer and
Your pockets getting thicker
Thats when they want you to remember a nigga
But when I handed you the tape
You couldn't remember to listen
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50
Thats 100 on the real, no balance scales
Still trippy
Where I live it's either you know
Talents well and sell records or no talent
Well we still sell for the record
Somehow the rap game reminds me
Of the trap game in fact is the exact same
And these tracks is my crack caine
And if you listening then you a fiend
Our music is the cure like some vaccines
Exotic to the core so stop asking
Got the blueprints to the game
But I read it as king
There's 47 ways to get this green
One is being an enslaved being
The other dreams
Red pill or blue bean, I can't
Sit still I'm too lean, nigga
Brush my bill on on new beams
Niggas on my tail now that I blew green
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
Sweet dreams my nigga
I wish you sweet dreams my nigga
Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s
90s babies it's a matter of timing
And time's not rewinding, yeah
Sweet dreams stuck in the 90's nigga
Stuck in the 90's nigga
We just some stuck in the 90's niggas