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free hamze - blue dreams lyrics

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[intro]

boy i’m banded up
keep the tec up in the trunk
baggin up this captain crunch
til the ocean swallows us
by then ima have a yacht
scoop my people from the docks
random thoughts while counting up
send some shots straight thru his truck
(true sh+t!)

[verse 1]

never giving up, tell the reaper suck me up
two times i’ve been caught in cuffs, third time never coming up
yeah my cousin hit me up, said it’s getting bad back home
no more medicine & stuff
lobbed a band to his account, told him next week come re up
it’s a ocean between us, in some wars we wеre brought up
i know sh+t ain’t getting bettеr so i guess i’ll run it up

i smoked 37 blunts tryna forgot where i came from
but this lineage undeniably runs loudly thru my blood
now i’m swerving down loop 1, packing seven different guns
they thought hamze wasn’t tough, so they tried to stick him up
glad i nipped that in the bud, coulda chipped ’em just for fun
but it’s war that we escaped, i’d prefer to stick with love

it’s a war up in my brain, i’ve been stuck up in the mud
just don’t forget when it’s time to do your dirt that you wear gloves
i’m so sick of these fake plugs masquerading like they’re thugs
who ain’t realize that there’s more than glamour in these drugs

[bridge]
i’m a natural born hustler, that means i can’t stop
you only king of something, til the crown drops
i don’t f+ck with this country, no of course not
so many pounds on me they think i’m english

[verse 2]

pressure turned me crystal
surrounded by these birds all i hear is f+cking whistles
what the f+ck is chakra when it squares up with a pistol?
keep myself connected but not lost up in the riddle
two tens in the back seat i’m in the middle
back home backyards got craters from the missiles
paranoid pack heat use 45s for a griddle

i do not have a schedule, mostly money on my mental
freedom can’t be accidental, so it’s f+ck you and who sent you
fifty packs inside the rental, living treacherous but simple
we hotboxed the presidential, call that freedom to assemble

in the region by my village it’s all farmers growing gas
closed my eyes and recall the plug i was in the past

(was in the past)
(was in the uh)
(uh uh, uh uh)

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