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e-dubble - my last dream lyrics

.[hook]
i was healthy. i was king
at least inside of my last dream
woke and saw the tv screen –
– with my face inside
i lost my mind. i lost the cause
saw my st-tches under gauze
the tv’s on. the lights are off –
– so my face is mine

[bridge x4]
they throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate
so i’m a just oh, oh, oh, oh

[verse 1 – e-dubble]
yo
stones throw from the liquor store. i should probably get some more
pour it out, and poison up. my view is from the sycamore
the view’s great, but the fall is what concerns me
protein shakes acc-mulate. the branch decides the verdict
get your weight up. i’m hurting. the 808 consoles me
roles reverse sometimes; it’s like the 808 controls me
hand the problems over to the gatorade and codeine
put a hat on. go outside. pretend like people know me
they don’t, they phoney. they show girls, they know me
we pop pills to placate. juspano – we lonely
we live life to laugh loud. fraternize that like minded
aware of all these faults. we sleep, we dream, we need that unwinding
the real life wilfred; no reality show
call miss lewis my conscious; it’s how reality goes
not exactly what we planned, but we make do
grinding every day just to let the dreams chase you
i don’t give a f-ck about the bullsh-t. living true stories
never spittin’ from the pulpit. grounded to glory
cause the struggle isn’t pretty. footage looking gritty, –
– but we fix that in post-pro, and no show the pity like

[hook]

[bridge]

[verse 2 – komplex]
i want to fly up and away like superman
pray everyday i keep on moving, man
still see the fly gypsy video and say “yay kom you the man”
feels good to know i lost one but i ain’t lose my fans
take my shoes off and slow walk this track
imma take my cool off but i’m gon’ want this back
it’s a j cold world and love is like a code word
everybody think it means sumthin’ different
life throw curves, take shots ‘til my throat burn
just tryna’ feel something different
listen, tape about empty, bank account empty
i wanna cop a take and rob a bank: don’t tempt me
thank god for my fans, i just wonder why he mad at us
the cards that he handed us, harder than some calculus
the abacus not adding up, tryna hold my temper
july more like december, close my eyes and remember

[hook]

[bridge x4]

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