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e.b. - dreamcasters lyrics

[verse 1: yrnm]
fanning the flames of my dilemma with my last heart strings
hard things, like a broke jaw or simple bar swings
hardening, igneous stones inside my pinky ring
don’t pick up, it’s that b-tch from last night calling
thought that room isolation would get my mind right, my mom tight
you ain’t gotta lie to make a bond right
in hindsight, this sh-t going on makes this hate feel right
not a line, but a pole being casted into my night
it’s what you do without love
lacking mattress actions make it hurt from high above
want a cat but all my interest only come from sl-ts
let’s go back when matters simply dealt with how we draw
i had no cards at all
sitting in a coldesac
lost track of where my focus at mucus on my shoe and
heart spilling out my trainer jacket
someone tried to take it, i was selfish and just yanked it back
possibly she loved me but she left me stranded, strained in fact
destination 0, i was lost and said, where me at?

[verse 2: alexander]
praying to totems you bow your head while i pray through poems
split seas, i moses specific oceans then mosey over
we could go postal from coast to coast and then go for global
i might just hope for a new eight but then again i’m hopeful
i must’ve missed the old you because you seem to know you
come up a run up unlikely but still you seem to glow through
i underestimate you when should i come and get you
i want your mind and your body i want your excellence to
elegantly excellently boost your mentality
i boost my speakers up till i get state wide fatalities
actually i only exist in fake reality
i battle these demons and t-tans you can fathom thee
hold the holy bible i’m holy as holy bullsh-t
i stink just as a bad, but it’s greener than all your boys sh-t
i rolled it, a hundred thousands blunts then i smoked it

[verse 3: juv]
soon to be what they wish they was
and i’m flying free, like the bird above
quit lying b, you ain’t getting buzz
smash a b-tch like a down b
mother f-cking kirby aye
pipe down, you ain’t really with my sh-t, nah
pipe down, you ain’t really ’bout the progress
calm down, hit em with a new name, motherf-cking refresh leagues above them like a dreamcast

[verse 4: eb]
shout out to the b-tches who doubted this silly n-gga
still puffing dirty d-ck of a random n-gga
you love to hate, but he give you plenty money
though, to hoes like you, with no standards nor future
hussy, hush your mouth, suck on spout
spit it out and you’s a quitter, a schizo
like me, peaking with no limiter, fruity
has a primo game compared to you
finna deal a ho, trade and commerce
like super pimping occupation
turn location off, for the cop cars come for us

[verse 5: papi panda]
i’m a paradox, apostle in a brothel
making prophets off my rapping sh-t
faded off the paper, wish i was, but i ain’t that and sh-t
i’m p-ssive as a pageant b-tch
losing to the baddest, starting action on they ratchet sh-t
flower on the chest, black fit be the best
and we fresh as the smell of a n-gga crest breath is
dirty be the set, we keep it dirty as the tech
and we sticky as the wet, that you dipping cigarettes in, n-gga

- e b lyrics

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