Dremmz - red delicious Lyrics

I dream of you from day to day
You're so so far away
Everything sits still in place
The wind may move
The day you left

Woke up in the ice cold streets of my hometown
Ubered to the South Shore Line that's out east
Took it to Millennium Station, it was rainin
I caught the next train to O'Hare to find peace

Maybe my problems will disappear in New York City
Maybe Chicago just not for me
As I arrive, I'm an hour late to the venue
I had to tell them to push it back from three

Attempt your slaughter I'm never lost for words
Your ankles deep in the water while shepherds startin' the purge
Mass eviction, cap addiction
Serving you crabapples, baddest in the bunch, I'm red delicious

I manifest by November 11th I'll be somewhere close to proximity to superstar status
Every glimpse of me hit the news like a Sasquatch sighting
The mad ones, the sad ones, all cryin

They convinced themselves that I sacrificed my pen for some dumbed down shit
Knowin' I'm still sharpest in the shed on some all-star shit
After eight years in the game, my laundry hamper still dead empty, no towels thrown in bitch
I'm so hot that I dry myself

Success engrained, I can't see the outcome to hell
And the day I off myself won't be the day that I fell
Cause my legacy lives on through the trophies on the shelf

Bitch, I chased my divine position with maximum precision
The actual mission is abstract free livin
Them six minutes after writin' the sixth line, she hit me up
Gave me her number and made a masterpiece that summer

Would you risk it all for the finest?
I'm the type to wait years for the timin
Mood lighting in Bohemian cafes
North side money on the south side, baby cakes

I'll take you to my favorite Asian spot
Watchin' our favorite movies on the shrooms cause I hate the pot
All eyes on the new prophet, bitch, but I ain't Tupac
Keep the door locked, pay your sister hush money, five-hundred

She can hear us breathing heavy through the cinder blocks
You my favorite model, all them other bitches out of stock
I'm playin' chess, motherf*cker, you playin' sorry
I'll cop 20 Cybertrucks before I cop a Ferrari
And a few Ladas, custom Volga now

Get the bunkers ready for the Red Shepherd rolling out
The way you treated' me, it ain't gon' be no peace for you
You pearl harbored me, so I'ma Hiroshima you
And Nagasaki your ass for the hell of it

Then tea bag on your bitch, now she celibate
My lil' bro smokin' gas in the electric vehicle
All white, I dub it the Lyrical Miracle Whip

I smack a old head back to the 1800s
And put your tears at the top of my tier list
Bitch, I'm fearless
You hear this?

I'm skywalkin' on the fact you think this disdain stem from jealousy, lil' bro
You ain't Steve Lacy, lil' bro
Take that indie sad boy shallow shit to the curbside lil' bro
I f*ck on everybody you know
F*ck your religion and f*ck your messiah
I'm burnin' the bridges and fuelin' the fire

I'm your puppeteer, the one who inspired
Your whole career's waitin' to retire
I ain't accusin' you of having ghost writers
Matter of fact, you should get a ghost writer

Your manager is a f*ckin' nerd
That's another bitch f*ckin' burned, burned, burned
Ho, imagine if I played it cool
Faking Frank Ocean for the views
TikTok the only place anybody gives a f*ck about you

Them clockwork streams is goin' clockwise
Nothin' you touch is timeless
When I leak this verse, rest assured
All that passive-aggressive shit proves righteous

Savior can't save you this time
I would answer if you hit your bitch line
Don't you run back to me when I'm solidified
As the greatest of all time

Burn that shit