Fuck sweet I'm street dreams, on the side of the curb Tryna figure out how the fuck I converge The emotions I'm feeling now combined in a word But that, I'll leave it to the lines in a verse Since a Kid I fell in love With this rap game, addictive with a compelling shit gets me high quicker than any selling drugs Even with the sweet boys and the fake felon But now I'm at the point of no 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 I'm going firm guys who ain't on a level to compete Yet to my monthly views, they get in a week And ain't even jealousy I'll dead 'em on a beat But I to move fast, engine revving as I speak Cause, too many days I've had in a bunch Tryna count up enough to my bell with some lunch And if there enough, then the deli's getting munched Seeing rich boys, wishing I was any of the Coming home, Mum's stressed from the of funds Everywhere I look in Benghazi it's a sack of Pricks chatting about and packing guns Blaming all their self-made problems off the of slums Feeling like this world's all a Every corner I turn is a ball of stress Reminiscing on wrong and small regrets Wondering if this life is all a test So I put the road my fee Pen and pad in my and wander the street Til I know the way home, heart under my sleeve And let it ink onto the sheet
So let Road, take me wherever she I look to the future or memories old When I need any stress froze That's when I down Reverie Road A place serenity flows Where none of problems or enemies go Where no, of thought can ever be closed to Reverie Road 2]
A full of uncertainty A of chaos that we try and run perfectly I'm just as lost as of us universally Stuck with the way this Earth, adversity Bad happened when I was only a Left my Mum broke on her lonely to us With a nuts kid growing, if only of seen us! Dodging different bailiffs every hoping to meet us broke as fuck, living lower class in the strife No family to turn to and ask for It's been dark for the first half of my life If karma exists, the next be sparkling bright But and riches ain't what I'm thirsty for I just wanna be by the time I'm 34 Not tryna buss rhymes, living dirty poor Struggling to survive in an on them murky floors But can I make it on this Every song I've made has been illustrated from the But Rap now, ain't appreciated for the art And you ain't considered shit if you don't it to the charts Regardless I can't adjourn rap I'm too far this road now to turn back is a part of my life and that's a firm fact I'll be doing this 'til I'm more than an urns ash ain't like any road I can find When I'm here I'm from the world to open-my-mind from the heart, I'm already broken if I'm Supposed to Something close to divine So I put the road my feet Pen and pad in my and wander the street Til I don't know the way home, under my sleeve And let it ink onto the sheet