Quadeca - Daydreams, Pt. 2 lyrics

Look out the window, see past it
But we're faintin' reflections
You never laugh like you used to
You've got fainter expressions
You headin' down the wrong path
And they changin' directions
Maybe don't mention 'bout how I
Made me your blessin' and lately
I question the shit that was taught to me
I'm awkwardly stoppin' these conversations
Hey, how long you waitin' till the day you
Wake up and thank God you made it?
I don't like to dwell, but
Man, I gotta say it
Don't like my songs but you
Still gotta play it
Don't like your road, just NWA, Dr dre it
Stop contemplatin' and stop complainin'
And recreate it, actually, don't recreate it
Be creative
Reached a place where you still vibe in
That shit when we replay it
Livin' a life of pain just to alleviate it
When you haven't used nothin' but
Distractions to really take it
Yeah, maybe they'll change when they
See we made it we headin' onto new platforms
And leavin' the basics

Some people find it in the
Drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug or
In the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
We're just tryna find the great escape
We're just tryna find the great escape
Sometimes I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snoring all day for dreams

Yeah, my creative process is making progress
Despite my background
I haven't gotten to playin' lacrosse yet
Don't you know we got a good thing goin'?
I've been watchin' all these shows
While I could be showin'
I've been creeping up on the door
So dangerous you looking at statistics
While I figure how I'm changin' them
I done learned so many things in my past life
Now I don't give a single
Shit about the rap life that's nice
Ain't it? That's nice to be given
Advice when I paint it
Have twice much the fame, and
I can't even comprehend that
Much in the future
Hatin' the teacher, but you loving the tutor
Enter the game, I'm a fuckin' intruder
Stealin' these flows, man
I'm stuck as a looter
Procrastinatin' 'cause my fucking computer
No willpower, I'm just stuck as a loser

Some people find it in the
Drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug or
In the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
We're just tryna find the great escape
We're just tryna find the great escape
Sometimes I don't know what'll
Make it okay, make it okay
I'm snoring all day for dreams