Fuck dreams I'm living street dreams, on the side of the Tryna figure out how the fuck I converge The emotions I'm feeling right now combined in a But fuck that, I'll leave it to the lines in a a younger Kid I fell in love With this rap game, with a compelling buzz This shit gets me high quicker than any drugs with the sweet boys and the fake felon thugs But now I'm at the of no return No other choice now but to dough and earn I'm advancing every year as I grow and Feeling close to breaking at times but still I'm going guys who ain't on a level to compete Yet to my views, they get treble in a week And that ain't even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a But I need to move fast, engine as I speak Cause, too days I've had pennies in a bunch Tryna count up enough to fill my bell some lunch And if there ain't enough, then the getting munched Seeing boys, wishing I was any of the cunts Coming home, Mum's stressed from the of funds Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a of bums Pricks about shanks and packing guns Blaming all their self-made problems off the back of like this world's all a mess Every corner I turn is a ball of stress Reminiscing on wrong turns and small Wondering if this life is all a test So I put the under my fee Pen and pad in my and wander the street Til I don't know the way home, heart under my And let it ink onto the sheet
So let Road, take me wherever she While I look to the future or old When I need any stress froze when I come down Reverie Road A place where serenity Where none of life's problems or go Where no, doors of can ever be closed Welcome to Reverie 2]
A life full of A world of that we try and run perfectly I'm just as lost as each of us Stuck the way this Earth, unmercifully Brings Bad when I was only a fetus Left my Mum broke on her lonely to us With a nuts kid growing, if only of seen us! different bailiffs every week hoping to meet us Always as fuck, living lower class in the strife No family to to and ask for advice It's been pretty dark for the first of my life If karma exists, the next be sparkling bright But fame and riches what I'm thirsty for I just be stable by the time I'm 34 Not still buss rhymes, living dirty poor Struggling to survive in an estate on murky floors But can I it on this path? Every song I've made has illustrated from the heart But Rap now, just ain't for the art And you ain't considered shit if you don't it to the charts though I can't adjourn rap I'm too far down this road now to back This is a part of my and that's a firm fact I'll be doing this 'til I'm nothing than an urns ash This ain't like any road I can When I'm here I'm free from the world to from the heart, I'm already broken if I'm Supposed to Something this close to So I put the road my feet Pen and pad in my pocket and the street Til I know the way home, heart under my sleeve And let it bleed ink the sheet