Ab-Soul, Fred The Godson, Tsu Surf - Broken Dreams lyrics

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces fallin’, pick ‘em up again
If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'
Die tryin'

This Long Term shit real
Check my motherfuckin' résumé
While they was gettin' fly
I was tryin' to levitate
Dabble through my catalogue
And after all you better say
I done keep it funky from the jump
But it doesn’t stank
And that might not register with he or her
Who doesn’t think
Who doesn’t think he hasn’t earned
His spot in history without a body burned
It’s not that I’m an alchemist but I can turn
Any metal into gold, nothin' into somethin'
And when it feels like hell
I know that Heaven’s close
And it ain’t up for debate
So change the subject
Sometimes I feel more awake
With my eyes closed

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces fallin’, pick ‘em up again
If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'
Die tryin'

Everybody needs somethin’
They see my show and it’s sold out
Wrists rocky, so the money I still loan out
Niggas buggin’ out, need an exterminator
I leave your body covered
In chrome: the Terminator
I’ll change a hater’s concerns to
Be concerned with paper
Then he’ll produce like Erick Sermon
Hear the sermon later
For now, I read they comments, I browse
Supreme, I’m on my taxes
I’m raisin' they eyebrows
You might be jumpin' out
The window: Ron Browz
Comin' at me simple with my style, nah
Broken dreams led to fixed realities
I was trained like the Santa Fe, fatality
God

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces fallin’, pick ‘em up again
If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'
Die tryin'

I’m lost dreamin', the walls screamin’
See y’all demons
Room spinnin' in hell and sin
What y’all breathin’?
Precautious paranoia keep me boxed in
And I ain’t lock a soul out, I got locked in
Blunt of loud to make light
Of my current fame current game
Trio trippin' me Molly in this current day
Overseas women, I’m sinnin’
But that’s a current change
Still got a shot: Steve Kerr at range
No bullshit
You a victim at this current range
Wonder when I thrashed the concept
That I was insane
Or that them and I was the same
Block full of candles
Seen what’s-his names turn to
"what’s his name?"
Closet full of problems that’s
Irrelevant by every bid
Layin’ next to the skeletons in the evidence
Closet full of problems that’s
Irrelevant by every bid
Layin’ next to the skeletons in the evidence

Broken dreams lost in the night
Pieces fallin’, pick ‘em up again
If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'
Die tryin'