Speeding up a back street, sixty in a civic
Sixteen years-old, I felt like I was with it
Civil, curious about the world
I blazed and unfurled met a few crazy girls this is a hazy world
I got wavy then I hurled, riches were enough
I kept the mind off of nothing see I was fronting
In-front of a council, of peers, I meant nothing
Without a couple of beers, I put fears
To rest , step by step - I prepped
Finding where I was going closer by showing
Blatantly torn, relating to traces of scorn
The phase of a maze, if you faced you might say
You met a face with horns, I need some help
Here and then, I come across cash only when
I seem to win leaving friends swearing I'd see them again
Most never gave a goodbye
I confide in myself
Reoccurring dreams stirred the slumber for so long
What did they mean
Never found an answer
Every feud is a start of a new beginning
You can't make someone change or feel the same as you
You need a limit
Nothing is infinite but the space beyond and the brain within
Spin that jam, open up that span, finish
Let their applause be the witness
Steer laws of physics, fearless metaphysics
Pop-eye, RAjaw eating the spinach
Looking for answers somebody save him
Questions in his head, they keep driving him crazy up a wall
He can never seem to climb to the top
But if he falls, will he tell before he drops?
Is it hell living in jail? Shit I don't know
Don't put myself in that position I could say a cell isn't different
From this life that I know, this is the life that I chose
The life that chose me
The knife that I hold, the knife that holds we
Scrambled is division (the vision) that we hold!
A damn schism, sold souls are twisted, like the vine of a rope
Strengthened when spun to hold on, its cold
Sunny days were great, when it rained in the summer
Did you stop to relate to your pain though?
You didn't listen, you told fame take a piss and go
Gaining isn't the mission
It's enticing but the gizzards are gone
There's no game when you fish in a pond
You gotta go and get it
Say f*ck it, let listeners spawn
Dire Prep - Dr3ams Lyrics
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Speeding up a back street, sixty in a civic
Sixteen years-old, I felt like I was with it
Civil, curious about the world
I blazed and unfurled met a few crazy girls this is a hazy world
I got wavy then I hurled, riches were enough
I kept the mind off of nothing see I was fronting
In-front of a council, of peers, I meant nothing
Without a couple of beers, I put fears
To rest , step by step - I prepped
Finding where I was going closer by showing
Blatantly torn, relating to traces of scorn
The phase of a maze, if you faced you might say
You met a face with horns, I need some help
Here and then, I come across cash only when
I seem to win leaving friends swearing I'd see them again
Most never gave a goodbye
I confide in myself
Reoccurring dreams stirred the slumber for so long
What did they mean
Never found an answer
Every feud is a start of a new beginning
You can't make someone change or feel the same as you
You need a limit
Nothing is infinite but the space beyond and the brain within
Spin that jam, open up that span, finish
Let their applause be the witness
Steer laws of physics, fearless metaphysics
Pop-eye, RAjaw eating the spinach
Looking for answers somebody save him
Questions in his head, they keep driving him crazy up a wall
He can never seem to climb to the top
But if he falls, will he tell before he drops?
Is it hell living in jail? Shit I don't know
Don't put myself in that position I could say a cell isn't different
From this life that I know, this is the life that I chose
The life that chose me
The knife that I hold, the knife that holds we
Scrambled is division (the vision) that we hold!
A damn schism, sold souls are twisted, like the vine of a rope
Strengthened when spun to hold on, its cold
Sunny days were great, when it rained in the summer
Did you stop to relate to your pain though?
You didn't listen, you told fame take a piss and go
Gaining isn't the mission
It's enticing but the gizzards are gone
There's no game when you fish in a pond
You gotta go and get it
Say f*ck it, let listeners spawn
Sixteen years-old, I felt like I was with it
Civil, curious about the world
I blazed and unfurled met a few crazy girls this is a hazy world
I got wavy then I hurled, riches were enough
I kept the mind off of nothing see I was fronting
In-front of a council, of peers, I meant nothing
Without a couple of beers, I put fears
To rest , step by step - I prepped
Finding where I was going closer by showing
Blatantly torn, relating to traces of scorn
The phase of a maze, if you faced you might say
You met a face with horns, I need some help
Here and then, I come across cash only when
I seem to win leaving friends swearing I'd see them again
Most never gave a goodbye
I confide in myself
Reoccurring dreams stirred the slumber for so long
What did they mean
Never found an answer
Every feud is a start of a new beginning
You can't make someone change or feel the same as you
You need a limit
Nothing is infinite but the space beyond and the brain within
Spin that jam, open up that span, finish
Let their applause be the witness
Steer laws of physics, fearless metaphysics
Pop-eye, RAjaw eating the spinach
Looking for answers somebody save him
Questions in his head, they keep driving him crazy up a wall
He can never seem to climb to the top
But if he falls, will he tell before he drops?
Is it hell living in jail? Shit I don't know
Don't put myself in that position I could say a cell isn't different
From this life that I know, this is the life that I chose
The life that chose me
The knife that I hold, the knife that holds we
Scrambled is division (the vision) that we hold!
A damn schism, sold souls are twisted, like the vine of a rope
Strengthened when spun to hold on, its cold
Sunny days were great, when it rained in the summer
Did you stop to relate to your pain though?
You didn't listen, you told fame take a piss and go
Gaining isn't the mission
It's enticing but the gizzards are gone
There's no game when you fish in a pond
You gotta go and get it
Say f*ck it, let listeners spawn
Writer: Ryan Willette
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, DIRE PREP