Minutes away from my dream land, dream state takes away
All my problems over grown, banana pudding green haze after problems over growing
Just a little lazy, fake clueing, Nolan knew it
Puzzling participles I'm piecing to paint this picture are what's got me up, late nights
And I still pursue producing, not just doing it to do it
Ima take the rapper off
Just an adolescent stressing bout depressive thoughts, just seeing if I take em or not,
So far I'm not, so far I'm shot, but still I got, me
All my hate I smoke away, all my problems over blown
Stone faced and it's great, that's until I overblow
Overload blow over long enough to get a grip
Finally cry and realize
What I'm really dealing with
(Just like you do)
(I know who you are, it doesn't matter what the newspapers say or the politicians or the whole world)
The Bradley - 18 Lyrics
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Minutes away from my dream land, dream state takes away
All my problems over grown, banana pudding green haze after problems over growing
Just a little lazy, fake clueing, Nolan knew it
Puzzling participles I'm piecing to paint this picture are what's got me up, late nights
And I still pursue producing, not just doing it to do it
Ima take the rapper off
Just an adolescent stressing bout depressive thoughts, just seeing if I take em or not,
So far I'm not, so far I'm shot, but still I got, me
All my hate I smoke away, all my problems over blown
Stone faced and it's great, that's until I overblow
Overload blow over long enough to get a grip
Finally cry and realize
What I'm really dealing with
(Just like you do)
(I know who you are, it doesn't matter what the newspapers say or the politicians or the whole world)
All my problems over grown, banana pudding green haze after problems over growing
Just a little lazy, fake clueing, Nolan knew it
Puzzling participles I'm piecing to paint this picture are what's got me up, late nights
And I still pursue producing, not just doing it to do it
Ima take the rapper off
Just an adolescent stressing bout depressive thoughts, just seeing if I take em or not,
So far I'm not, so far I'm shot, but still I got, me
All my hate I smoke away, all my problems over blown
Stone faced and it's great, that's until I overblow
Overload blow over long enough to get a grip
Finally cry and realize
What I'm really dealing with
(Just like you do)
(I know who you are, it doesn't matter what the newspapers say or the politicians or the whole world)
Writer: Simon Culp
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