N.O.R.E. - Dreaming (feat. Tech N9ne & ¡Mayday!) | Текст песни

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• Dreaming (feat. Tech N9ne & ¡Mayday!)

[N.O.R.E.: Intro]
Yea, reminisce nigga
Be blessed

[Hook]
Dreamin' but I don't think I'm a sleep tonight
I'm livin' the dreamin'
This just can't be life

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
See I would wake up on the cold nights, half a pack left
Pour like try to grab us while we roll dice
Scatter, back to the block in the hour
Just bout time to change clothes in the shower
Shit I'm shot by the dough pad,
Heroin stashed in the broke ad, gun by the moped
Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw away
So why are you away 9 to 5 to a day?
I will usually, lay by the basement store
Sling raw by the barber shop
Jerry's getting cut, stash my work there
As long as getting Jerry cut I could work there

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: ???]
Okay, been asleep and half awake
Trying to direct but now I feel em at the matinee
Look ma I'm on the screen, I mean to beat the pack away
So I can share the meaning of get up and get the lap relayed
Relate relate, get em to give me the cash I made
Getting into a relaxing place
Let me just get out my pack and play
To the gods of my private little dreamscape
I see you sleepin' out so long even the sheep skate
Each break, each melody calls
Is all the jealous fucks who relish those who literally rock shit
Knock knock, get ready to drop
Kick the hands of time,
Damn you wind it right when the clock tics

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Cause a baller let a baller ball and his bottom he brought it
But he bro into smaller bombing, better bring this bout it Blitzen
All the baller shit is bothering, it's about Benjamin's product
You're bottom pimpin', just borrowing, just balling bitch
I annihilated, molly no longer dilated
I fly away, since high away this is how I made it
I get violent when mine is spend on IRS to silence something crying
I get you sick to try and make it
Man I'm dreaming, I can't believe it
Making it hella hella but everybody need it
I feed it to so many sources til I'm depleted
Feeling I'm really beat up with greed, I can't conceive it

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 4: ¡Mayday!]
Can't be
Pursuit of Happiness he'll be writin' in class rooms
Falling asleep, only the block assholes
Grew up a crash test dummy, no fastener
Father was down so long, she called bastard
Faster pussycat, ain't no slowing down
Drip myself in a corner in order to make it out
Shout may day now, get faded now
Ink on my fingers, dead ringer for the sing up of operds
While they sleep straight til they earns
Brown liquor in my stomach making my chest burn
They heard I count sheep for fomo
Fuck I've got a message from Noreaga
Said wake em up bro

[Hook 2x]