Dreaming out loud
I'm serenaded by sirens, I kept replaying the light when it
Kept me awake on nights when
My goal was stayin' alive, ghetto like an asylum
Who could you blame but your eyes
I detonated a cycle
And seperated the lies
From record label contrived
Who sayin' they war ready, kids that we all bury
My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains
Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside
Hedonist night walker, hopin' no price bought ya
I'm - dazin' and confusion I'm no stranger to juice
No - stranger than delusions of me hangin from a noose
I'm - hangin' by solutions you a danger to the truth
No - anger but i'm losing it, looking down Nostrand from Utica
It's the two of us drinking outside
It's the end of the world and niggas is cued to go, should I ask why
You is food to those niggas with hearts that's 2 below
Road to a empty city I'm snowed in wit Edward Snowden
The cold crush living within me I owe whatever I owe them
Them hoes what ever i know dem, close my tab when they show up
And all my niggas they know to grind hard if money should slow up
I was Walking Dead into my grave until I found this music
Found myself was on the brink of finding I would lose it
And if you feel me throw ya hands high
It's either- heaven or Vegas, I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
End to all of that noise, end to all that you think you know
I think I'm lost with no voice, I seen it all and I think you know
That phone ringin' at strange hours, maybe it's my estranged father
Pray to God it's no waiting room or no city morgue or no jail houses
Couple things I wouldn't dare comment, momma answer her fear mounting
Booze was movin' them snow caps and he coulda faced a couple years round it
I feel surrounded by dark thoughts and that long walk home
I try but I keep drowning in Kings County where the wrong caught hold
Sometimes my eyes won't close, I can't confide in no soul
Sometimes they ride on folk, just to keep fire on stoves
That's just like tires on road
See I guess if we pop em this chance of stopping
Is high off road
I know we envy pockets in empty projects
It was me, G-boy, and Spade in the building when Inf had seen some face of nigga
Who might have blood on his hands, blood from the kids that he murked
F*ck a cop put em in the dirt
F*ck a cot put him in a hearse
F*ck a jail we was going first
Catch em on a backstreet I could give f*ck
Tell the court it was us, something I couldn't leave to the church
Cops was testing these broken bones against night sticks
And these night shifts to keep broken homes that we might fix
Heart broken rogues on the nights
If you feel me throw ya hands high
I guess it's either - heaven or Vegas I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
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Dreaming out loud
I'm serenaded by sirens, I kept replaying the light when it
Kept me awake on nights when
My goal was stayin' alive, ghetto like an asylum
Who could you blame but your eyes
I detonated a cycle
And seperated the lies
From record label contrived
Who sayin' they war ready, kids that we all bury
My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains
Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside
Hedonist night walker, hopin' no price bought ya
I'm - dazin' and confusion I'm no stranger to juice
No - stranger than delusions of me hangin from a noose
I'm - hangin' by solutions you a danger to the truth
No - anger but i'm losing it, looking down Nostrand from Utica
It's the two of us drinking outside
It's the end of the world and niggas is cued to go, should I ask why
You is food to those niggas with hearts that's 2 below
Road to a empty city I'm snowed in wit Edward Snowden
The cold crush living within me I owe whatever I owe them
Them hoes what ever i know dem, close my tab when they show up
And all my niggas they know to grind hard if money should slow up
I was Walking Dead into my grave until I found this music
Found myself was on the brink of finding I would lose it
And if you feel me throw ya hands high
It's either- heaven or Vegas, I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
End to all of that noise, end to all that you think you know
I think I'm lost with no voice, I seen it all and I think you know
That phone ringin' at strange hours, maybe it's my estranged father
Pray to God it's no waiting room or no city morgue or no jail houses
Couple things I wouldn't dare comment, momma answer her fear mounting
Booze was movin' them snow caps and he coulda faced a couple years round it
I feel surrounded by dark thoughts and that long walk home
I try but I keep drowning in Kings County where the wrong caught hold
Sometimes my eyes won't close, I can't confide in no soul
Sometimes they ride on folk, just to keep fire on stoves
That's just like tires on road
See I guess if we pop em this chance of stopping
Is high off road
I know we envy pockets in empty projects
It was me, G-boy, and Spade in the building when Inf had seen some face of nigga
Who might have blood on his hands, blood from the kids that he murked
F*ck a cop put em in the dirt
F*ck a cot put him in a hearse
F*ck a jail we was going first
Catch em on a backstreet I could give f*ck
Tell the court it was us, something I couldn't leave to the church
Cops was testing these broken bones against night sticks
And these night shifts to keep broken homes that we might fix
Heart broken rogues on the nights
If you feel me throw ya hands high
I guess it's either - heaven or Vegas I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
I'm serenaded by sirens, I kept replaying the light when it
Kept me awake on nights when
My goal was stayin' alive, ghetto like an asylum
Who could you blame but your eyes
I detonated a cycle
And seperated the lies
From record label contrived
Who sayin' they war ready, kids that we all bury
My conscious tends to be plagued by money and hunger pains
Nothing left to my name so I pitch to niggas outside
Hedonist night walker, hopin' no price bought ya
I'm - dazin' and confusion I'm no stranger to juice
No - stranger than delusions of me hangin from a noose
I'm - hangin' by solutions you a danger to the truth
No - anger but i'm losing it, looking down Nostrand from Utica
It's the two of us drinking outside
It's the end of the world and niggas is cued to go, should I ask why
You is food to those niggas with hearts that's 2 below
Road to a empty city I'm snowed in wit Edward Snowden
The cold crush living within me I owe whatever I owe them
Them hoes what ever i know dem, close my tab when they show up
And all my niggas they know to grind hard if money should slow up
I was Walking Dead into my grave until I found this music
Found myself was on the brink of finding I would lose it
And if you feel me throw ya hands high
It's either- heaven or Vegas, I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
End to all of that noise, end to all that you think you know
I think I'm lost with no voice, I seen it all and I think you know
That phone ringin' at strange hours, maybe it's my estranged father
Pray to God it's no waiting room or no city morgue or no jail houses
Couple things I wouldn't dare comment, momma answer her fear mounting
Booze was movin' them snow caps and he coulda faced a couple years round it
I feel surrounded by dark thoughts and that long walk home
I try but I keep drowning in Kings County where the wrong caught hold
Sometimes my eyes won't close, I can't confide in no soul
Sometimes they ride on folk, just to keep fire on stoves
That's just like tires on road
See I guess if we pop em this chance of stopping
Is high off road
I know we envy pockets in empty projects
It was me, G-boy, and Spade in the building when Inf had seen some face of nigga
Who might have blood on his hands, blood from the kids that he murked
F*ck a cop put em in the dirt
F*ck a cot put him in a hearse
F*ck a jail we was going first
Catch em on a backstreet I could give f*ck
Tell the court it was us, something I couldn't leave to the church
Cops was testing these broken bones against night sticks
And these night shifts to keep broken homes that we might fix
Heart broken rogues on the nights
If you feel me throw ya hands high
I guess it's either - heaven or Vegas I guess you ain't heard the latest
To the city wit love
The slums might hear, I was young right here, momma comb my hair
It's on right here, if you come round here, they don't come round here
This the
Writer: Tyriek White
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