Daydreaming
This shit happened so fast
It's a beautiful thing to start over
Of course not
Said, nobody
Sixth floor of the Regis
See the score from the bleachers
These bright lights flicker, my blinkers
Left turn on you sleepers
Mind turn for the thinkers
I ain't dumbing down, nothing
You a literate f*ck
Wish these boys the best of luck
Late flight, luggage stuffed heavily in his trunk in Beverly
These hills have eyes of their own
Clarity
Peripheral chill from a stone
I'll give you a ring when I'm home
Dial tone, I'm busy
Milestones of many, I'm heavenly blessed
Angel Ink on my chest
Pink flavor baguettes
Ruby red, rose gold
Cuban cover my neck
I'm happily married to the game
F*ck a lame, I could never hate on myself
F*ck a lane, I'm driving myself
Engine light flashing
Fixing the shit myself
Or ignore the motherf*cker
Drive this bitch right off the cliff
I tell ya, I'm really him
Sorry for shouting
Shout detergent, scrubbing stain markings off of my kicks
Landscape miles long, still cutting the shit
Lost friends, hope I never see them f*ckers again
You showed me your hand
Knew we wasn't gonna win
My man's supposed to drive this motherf*cker until the end
Jumped out, road rash on his skin
They ain't see it coming
I know what the f*ck's wrong with them
Daydreaming
We used to sit in that basement drunk as f*ck
1800 tops everywhere
I think it was like two shoe boxes of them motherf*ckers, baby
Stinky ass cigarettes everywhere
Couple of little bitches
All my niggas
I mean all of them
All of um
See the elegance in this pen
I'm forever sick hold the phlegm
Beretta streakin again
Clint Eastwood finger strength watching it spin
There he go selling shit
Very intelligent
My nigga, don't get it bent
Cover girl nights and my queen cover the spread
I'm six levels ahead
I'm steady counting this bread
Give a f*ck what they said
I'ma keep walking
Know the haters gon' hate
Let the talkers keep talking
I'ma f*cking ball harder
Six picks in one quarter
Deron Bland playing both corners
I'ma bad man
Check the time on him
It's your time, Foy
It's your time
Going blind on em
Bright of all brights
I'm a shrine owner
Knight of all nights
I'm a sword thrower, torch blower, spitter of the year
Verse Quoter
First quarter
Nigga
Ain't that bout a bitch
Daydreaming
Shit, niggas used to sit on that motherf*cker porch all goddamn day
Hotter than a motherf*cker
Little white rags you done stole out your mama house
Get them bitches dirty as hell
You done dropped that bitch 22 times, bro
Go back in the house
Daydreaming
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Daydreaming
This shit happened so fast
It's a beautiful thing to start over
Of course not
Said, nobody
Sixth floor of the Regis
See the score from the bleachers
These bright lights flicker, my blinkers
Left turn on you sleepers
Mind turn for the thinkers
I ain't dumbing down, nothing
You a literate f*ck
Wish these boys the best of luck
Late flight, luggage stuffed heavily in his trunk in Beverly
These hills have eyes of their own
Clarity
Peripheral chill from a stone
I'll give you a ring when I'm home
Dial tone, I'm busy
Milestones of many, I'm heavenly blessed
Angel Ink on my chest
Pink flavor baguettes
Ruby red, rose gold
Cuban cover my neck
I'm happily married to the game
F*ck a lame, I could never hate on myself
F*ck a lane, I'm driving myself
Engine light flashing
Fixing the shit myself
Or ignore the motherf*cker
Drive this bitch right off the cliff
I tell ya, I'm really him
Sorry for shouting
Shout detergent, scrubbing stain markings off of my kicks
Landscape miles long, still cutting the shit
Lost friends, hope I never see them f*ckers again
You showed me your hand
Knew we wasn't gonna win
My man's supposed to drive this motherf*cker until the end
Jumped out, road rash on his skin
They ain't see it coming
I know what the f*ck's wrong with them
Daydreaming
We used to sit in that basement drunk as f*ck
1800 tops everywhere
I think it was like two shoe boxes of them motherf*ckers, baby
Stinky ass cigarettes everywhere
Couple of little bitches
All my niggas
I mean all of them
All of um
See the elegance in this pen
I'm forever sick hold the phlegm
Beretta streakin again
Clint Eastwood finger strength watching it spin
There he go selling shit
Very intelligent
My nigga, don't get it bent
Cover girl nights and my queen cover the spread
I'm six levels ahead
I'm steady counting this bread
Give a f*ck what they said
I'ma keep walking
Know the haters gon' hate
Let the talkers keep talking
I'ma f*cking ball harder
Six picks in one quarter
Deron Bland playing both corners
I'ma bad man
Check the time on him
It's your time, Foy
It's your time
Going blind on em
Bright of all brights
I'm a shrine owner
Knight of all nights
I'm a sword thrower, torch blower, spitter of the year
Verse Quoter
First quarter
Nigga
Ain't that bout a bitch
Daydreaming
Shit, niggas used to sit on that motherf*cker porch all goddamn day
Hotter than a motherf*cker
Little white rags you done stole out your mama house
Get them bitches dirty as hell
You done dropped that bitch 22 times, bro
Go back in the house
Daydreaming
This shit happened so fast
It's a beautiful thing to start over
Of course not
Said, nobody
Sixth floor of the Regis
See the score from the bleachers
These bright lights flicker, my blinkers
Left turn on you sleepers
Mind turn for the thinkers
I ain't dumbing down, nothing
You a literate f*ck
Wish these boys the best of luck
Late flight, luggage stuffed heavily in his trunk in Beverly
These hills have eyes of their own
Clarity
Peripheral chill from a stone
I'll give you a ring when I'm home
Dial tone, I'm busy
Milestones of many, I'm heavenly blessed
Angel Ink on my chest
Pink flavor baguettes
Ruby red, rose gold
Cuban cover my neck
I'm happily married to the game
F*ck a lame, I could never hate on myself
F*ck a lane, I'm driving myself
Engine light flashing
Fixing the shit myself
Or ignore the motherf*cker
Drive this bitch right off the cliff
I tell ya, I'm really him
Sorry for shouting
Shout detergent, scrubbing stain markings off of my kicks
Landscape miles long, still cutting the shit
Lost friends, hope I never see them f*ckers again
You showed me your hand
Knew we wasn't gonna win
My man's supposed to drive this motherf*cker until the end
Jumped out, road rash on his skin
They ain't see it coming
I know what the f*ck's wrong with them
Daydreaming
We used to sit in that basement drunk as f*ck
1800 tops everywhere
I think it was like two shoe boxes of them motherf*ckers, baby
Stinky ass cigarettes everywhere
Couple of little bitches
All my niggas
I mean all of them
All of um
See the elegance in this pen
I'm forever sick hold the phlegm
Beretta streakin again
Clint Eastwood finger strength watching it spin
There he go selling shit
Very intelligent
My nigga, don't get it bent
Cover girl nights and my queen cover the spread
I'm six levels ahead
I'm steady counting this bread
Give a f*ck what they said
I'ma keep walking
Know the haters gon' hate
Let the talkers keep talking
I'ma f*cking ball harder
Six picks in one quarter
Deron Bland playing both corners
I'ma bad man
Check the time on him
It's your time, Foy
It's your time
Going blind on em
Bright of all brights
I'm a shrine owner
Knight of all nights
I'm a sword thrower, torch blower, spitter of the year
Verse Quoter
First quarter
Nigga
Ain't that bout a bitch
Daydreaming
Shit, niggas used to sit on that motherf*cker porch all goddamn day
Hotter than a motherf*cker
Little white rags you done stole out your mama house
Get them bitches dirty as hell
You done dropped that bitch 22 times, bro
Go back in the house
Daydreaming
Writer: Brandon Foy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid