Day Dream Songtext
von Jay Eazy

Uh
Endless and eternal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
S-R-G
It′s J, no Z
Eazy, no E

I would daydream 'bout anything like me ballin′ on the A-Team
Pray for the day things change up '
Cause I'm tired of bein′ on the same thing
My baby sis ain′t a baby no more, it hit me everybody aging
My best friend got a child now, we might go away for that bang-bang

In my downtime tryna maintain, tryna one-up Brady, I need eight rings
Tellin' teammates keep your chin up
I make the small-minded think bigger

Not about money, I don′t wanna hit up
I'm busy on the corner, I′m Derek Fisher


Shootin' a promo, that′s a pretty picture
They rather I throw 'em white like a pitcher
But my eyes always to the sky, lost my grandmother to the liquor
Got no time for cryin' you a river
The younger generation dyin′ quicker
Can′t even reminisce on playin' pickup, the
Ones that we played with picked the stick up
Though my career currently is takin′
Off, I can't even front that I miss a

Time when nothin′ mattered

When I was too young to realize that my broken home was shattered

I had shit on my ashen

Mom had wipes in the package
I swear that time go the fastest
And now I speak to the masses
Makin' ′em laugh 'cause God knows that we been through disasters

Daydream 'bout anything like me ballin′ on the A-Team
Pray for the day things change up ′
Cause I'm tired of bein′ on the same thing
My baby sis ain't a baby no more, it hit me everybody aging
My best friend got a child now, we might go away for that bang-bang

In the eighth grade tryna save face, my escapism was a PlayStation
My report card had F′s, ironic it wasn't easy tryna raise J
No father figure in the crib, last guy left her with a kid
Next guy, all he did was sniff, Timmy Turner, all I did was wish
That I could retire my mother at fifty
R.I.P. Willie, they went through a lot in the city


Still gotta visit your grave, I ain′t been
In a minute, I'm sorry your nephew is busy
Heard that your favorite is Biggie, I know
You smiled at the loot that they finna give me
Who would've known your sis gave birth
To a motherfuckin′ king, no Biggie

I would daydream ′bout anything like me ballin' on the A-Team
Pray for the day things change up ′
Cause I'm tired of bein′ on the same thing
My baby sis ain't a baby no more, it hit me everybody aging
My best friend got a child now, we might go away for that bang-bang