Swoope, Christon Gray, Kambino - Dreamslave 2 lyrics
Swoope [Lawrence Allen Swoope II] Akron, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Swoope, Christon Gray, Kambino - Dreamslave 2 lyrics]
To live is Christ, to die is gain
I asked myself am I a slave
Working for the finer things in life
Cause, I don't ever wanna lose control
Gain this world lose my soul
So free my mind let me go goodbye
They tell us toast to the good life
(good life) toast to the good life
They tell us to give a toast to the
Good life or at least the one advertised
Let that champagne spill raise
Them glasses high make truth out of wishes
Pursue what your bliss is or
Cruise with the misses
Boat shoe ocean blue with a view of the
Fishes, you could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by, but that's
Okay you never had this life, so be
Okay with being gratified but never satisfied
Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite
And never sleep cuz you dream
Of the lavished life
Heart stay empty pockets stay stuffed
Cause when you love money you
Don' ever got enough
The dream that you living for
Will make you a slave
Cause the things you're living for
Can't go to your grave
High school, college, majored in astronomy
Mastered economics, failing at autonomy
Splurge every urge he succumbs to
Daydreams to
Nightmares, it's like he never comes to
Wishing he could
Backspace, delete or even undo
Cause when you're in the
Rat race the winners yeah they scum too
But no one ever
Told him the cheddar starts to
Mold and switches into
Swiss then you fiend to fill the
Holes in but never care
Uh, just look at Michael
Jackson and Neverland
Problem is Michael Jackson was never Pan
Desires anchored in this world
They could never stand
So you can't buy time just bigger bezels man
Outward appearance of a king got
A Coretta and a
Couple kids but miss the thing that
Made Martin a better man
Peace with the Lord
So when it all falls down
Like a leaf in the fall
Still be leaving at the morgue
A wife, a house, kids and a dog
A wife, a house, kids and a dog
And big stuff
He'll gladly go and give for one tomorrow
Cause guess what
He ain't never really live at all
See to live is Christ
They tell us to give a toast to the
Good life or at least the one advertised
Let that champagne spill raise
Them glasses high
I asked myself am I a slave
Working for the finer things in life
Cause, I don't ever wanna lose control
Gain this world lose my soul
So free my mind let me go goodbye
They tell us toast to the good life
(good life) toast to the good life
They tell us to give a toast to the
Good life or at least the one advertised
Let that champagne spill raise
Them glasses high make truth out of wishes
Pursue what your bliss is or
Cruise with the misses
Boat shoe ocean blue with a view of the
Fishes, you could get used to this feeling
We living life in your youth full of riches
While real treasure pass you by, but that's
Okay you never had this life, so be
Okay with being gratified but never satisfied
Stay distracted by the greed of your appetite
And never sleep cuz you dream
Of the lavished life
Heart stay empty pockets stay stuffed
Cause when you love money you
Don' ever got enough
The dream that you living for
Will make you a slave
Cause the things you're living for
Can't go to your grave
High school, college, majored in astronomy
Mastered economics, failing at autonomy
Splurge every urge he succumbs to
Daydreams to
Nightmares, it's like he never comes to
Wishing he could
Backspace, delete or even undo
Cause when you're in the
Rat race the winners yeah they scum too
But no one ever
Told him the cheddar starts to
Mold and switches into
Swiss then you fiend to fill the
Holes in but never care
Uh, just look at Michael
Jackson and Neverland
Problem is Michael Jackson was never Pan
Desires anchored in this world
They could never stand
So you can't buy time just bigger bezels man
Outward appearance of a king got
A Coretta and a
Couple kids but miss the thing that
Made Martin a better man
Peace with the Lord
So when it all falls down
Like a leaf in the fall
Still be leaving at the morgue
A wife, a house, kids and a dog
A wife, a house, kids and a dog
And big stuff
He'll gladly go and give for one tomorrow
Cause guess what
He ain't never really live at all
See to live is Christ
They tell us to give a toast to the
Good life or at least the one advertised
Let that champagne spill raise
Them glasses high