Dreamy Songtext
von Chuck Inglish
Dreamy Songtext
I had a dream on the low
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don′t never go to sleep
Swing a Louisville slugger at it
Knock it off the hook, fuck it
Knock it off the hook, man I read that in a book
Talking Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, pumps to Captain Hook
Mashed potato in here like I'm out there ′bout to cook
Mix the Christmas with the shitness in the dreidel
Babysitter like the hand that rocks the cradle
Man we eating at that table
Back when we were shorties playing 'round with the Play-Doh
That was then, nigga, now I don't play though
Wasn′t ′bout the game, then what you really saying though?
Complaining 'bout the rules like, "Nigga what you playing for?"
Calling all phones, now I′m building all homes
Getting on, riding chrome, riding 'round super slow
I had a dream on the low
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don′t never go to sleep
The bass was loud as fuck, shaking glass on the table (stripper!)
Shaking ass on the table
Even in the dream they'll scheme for the paper
On the block with a chain on, sharp blades is what I skate on
Microwave to pop, this is where it stops
The fur full length with the diamonds in the pockets
I don′t even know what they talking 'bout, your honor
How dare they arrest us?
The judge was like, "Good question."
I had a dream on the low
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don't never go to sleep
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don′t never go to sleep
Swing a Louisville slugger at it
Knock it off the hook, fuck it
Knock it off the hook, man I read that in a book
Talking Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, pumps to Captain Hook
Mashed potato in here like I'm out there ′bout to cook
Mix the Christmas with the shitness in the dreidel
Babysitter like the hand that rocks the cradle
Man we eating at that table
Back when we were shorties playing 'round with the Play-Doh
That was then, nigga, now I don't play though
Wasn′t ′bout the game, then what you really saying though?
Complaining 'bout the rules like, "Nigga what you playing for?"
Calling all phones, now I′m building all homes
Getting on, riding chrome, riding 'round super slow
I had a dream on the low
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don′t never go to sleep
The bass was loud as fuck, shaking glass on the table (stripper!)
Shaking ass on the table
Even in the dream they'll scheme for the paper
On the block with a chain on, sharp blades is what I skate on
Microwave to pop, this is where it stops
The fur full length with the diamonds in the pockets
I don′t even know what they talking 'bout, your honor
How dare they arrest us?
The judge was like, "Good question."
I had a dream on the low
On goals
With white walls, seen it with my eyes closed
Counting sheep like 25 deep
And I don't never go to sleep
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