toasty digital, Kanye West - DREAMSTATE lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[toasty digital, Kanye West - DREAMSTATE lyrics]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, o-
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy i stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I don't wanna wake up
Went to Six Flags, six came up
And said "Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, "Yonkers"
Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, "fuck
I don't want to be an asshole"
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis
Devon with a fake smile like her
Titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed 'cause I missed Goliath
'Causе some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top
With the box logo and them fucking ears
Guarantee they didn't even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
I'm going fucking loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I?"
No, bitch
Don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero
I used to get bullied
Until I heard "Radicals
" the last part got to me"
Thank you for your love
Thank you for the heart
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again
Thank you for your love
(I hate wasted potential)
Thank you for the heart
(That shit crushes your spirit)
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan
Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
They say I'm crazy
But that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom
Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes
But I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer
Taking a bite of somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me
"Are you still down?" yeah, my nigga
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
I know they told they white daughters
"Don't bring home Jerome"
It's funny, when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got
You still want extra from me (Woo)
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr
Like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga
You suck hold up (Skrrt)
Holiday season a vision you have to
Understand from perspective
Nah, nah, fuck that
Niggas think 'cause you fucking got all
Personal that niggas won't go back
To that old fucking 2010 shit
About talking 'bout fucking everything-all
No, fuck that
You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy i stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I don't wanna wake up
Went to Six Flags, six came up
And said "Ayo! Can we get a pic?" I said no
And they said "Oh! It's Wolf Gang, "Yonkers"
Goblin is my shit though"
Now I'm like, "fuck
I don't want to be an asshole"
So I'm sitting there posing with Travis
Devon with a fake smile like her
Titties was drawing it on
So fucking annoyed 'cause I missed Goliath
'Causе some kid said I was there
Thеn they caused a riot (Tyler's here)
Now I'm surrounded by a 25 hound
Of fuckers tryna get a photo
All because they noticed the top
With the box logo and them fucking ears
Guarantee they didn't even hear Bastard
They bandwagon-jumped me from a pogo
I'm going fucking loco, "Hey, Tyler, can I?"
No, bitch
Don't you see me tryna buy a fucking churro?
"But Tyler, you're my hero
I used to get bullied
Until I heard "Radicals
" the last part got to me"
Thank you for your love
Thank you for the heart
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again
Thank you for your love
(I hate wasted potential)
Thank you for the heart
(That shit crushes your spirit)
There'll never be a long
And lonely night again
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan
Scottie Pippen at my weddin'
They say I'm crazy
But that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom
Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes
But I'm successful in spite of 'em
I believe you like a fat trainer
Taking a bite of somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me
"Are you still down?" yeah, my nigga
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
I know they told they white daughters
"Don't bring home Jerome"
It's funny, when you get extra money
Every joke you tell just be extra funny
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got
You still want extra from me (Woo)
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr
Like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga
You suck hold up (Skrrt)
Holiday season a vision you have to
Understand from perspective
Nah, nah, fuck that
Niggas think 'cause you fucking got all
Personal that niggas won't go back
To that old fucking 2010 shit
About talking 'bout fucking everything-all
No, fuck that