Skyzoo, Jill Scott - Dreams In A Basement lyrics

Chucky: It's quiet here
Fresh: yeah, I like to come here
Chucky: It's lonesome, you know what's whack
When I'm down with the posse
Or at home and shit
And everybody be screaming and
Yelling and shit, it gets real lonesome
It be like crowded and noise and screaming
And suddenly it feels like I'm
The only one there
Fresh: The more people there is
The lonelier it get i have this dream
Chucky: yeah, like what
Fresh: Nothing, sometimes I have it
That's all

Celebrating the win, celebrate what it meant
Do remember and celebrate it again
Right newly winners we celebrate
Where it went
And sewn different we celebrating the hem
Right you sing along you celebrating the hymn
Bet em to prove me wrong
You'll be celebrating they end
Tell em it's crew first
We celebrating with kin
And fuck an E for effort
Don't celebrate the attempt
My attempt be, everything the rent be
Call it hand-in hand but a
Hand can't be empty so I was in the
Basement sparring with complacency
And my weaving got me off
When it would tempt me
Sofa beds and dealing with being better
Than all that you listen to
And feeling like it's whatever as long
As it get to you
For the nod and the doze and the open yawn
Shit is beyond what they hope
Tell em no regards

Sometimes I wonder will I ever sleep the same
Cause, I, I let these dreams keep me awake
Said I need more, I just need more
Cause, I need more, said I need more
So I dream

For all the Grand Aves
All the Merrick and Lindens
All the Fulton streets, forever we did it
May we never forget it nor what
It took to be it
And for the taking when we take
It like it took repeating
They took to me and I took em home
I shouldered all of it
Brave enough to look alone
Looking thru blinds tryna look for time
Counting to hook a line
Tryna serve what you deserve
But still cooking mine
Pint of Hennessy, tryna write a memory
Live it and forget it like tonight
Was like the end of me
Right in a basement loaded with ambition
Smothered by it they wanna eye
It but can't listen
Sleeping with the cousin of sleep
And her hands vivid
Turn for the win but most of em can't pivot
For the nod and the doze and the open yawn
Shit is beyond what they hope
Tell em no regards

For the sleepers, and for the dreamers
For the awake and everything
That's between em
For the awake and everything they believe in
And when believing ain't enough, I be up
I be up on the other side
Where the others tried
For the other ride, or otherwise
Otherwise I'll be sleeping here wit y'all
But dreaming ain't enough so
If sleeping is involved
Ill be up, on the other side
Where the others tried
For the other ride, otherwise
Dreaming ain't enough, so I'll be up