Ricky Hil - Daydream lyrics

Daydream fading pages from the
They call me a killa
A bitch is leanin', like Ginger in Casino
Close to the toast that I lean for
Hand full of of pills keep me throw
OG smoke is what I chief, yo
Take a toke of the Backwood
And you'll breathe slow
All these bitches get us, caught us
What they cheat for cT hippies, hell yeah
That's what I speak for

They don't need drugs what they need me for
On morphine, lost like before
Now they killed herself at the
House by the seashore
Cut her neck and her wrist so she bleed more
And she knew she'd be the
Whore that we weep for
But we don't cry for her no more
Found myself dreamin' and my hope
Is on the floor
But fuck it, I gotta make it back home
I couldn't count all the downers that I'm on

Daydreams you see
I thought it was, but it can't be
They thought they knew, but it ain't me
It ain't me it ain't ain't me