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matt vanzetti - when the dream works lyrics

yeah
ugh
yeah

how you wake up in a sh+t mood when so blessed
that’s like going to the gym and not doing the full reps
life kicked me down so much a man is no threat
if the vibe ain’t right i’m pr+ne to just go left
i don’t count favors nah nah nah i count blessings
you’ll be crucified for your opinions before your true intentions
loose lips sink ships, but i prefer to burn bridges
no use for one if it brings me to desert settings
put my hands out turned out to be my worst bettings
done some favors for motherf+ckers that were pure jealous
they won’t f+ck with you till you on, and once you on
they claim you ain’t the same as before, well yeah that was me when i was broke
and this is me without the stitch
some people calling me arrogant before i had confidence
some people calling me childish while the sole man of house and sh+t
all got inner animals waiting to come out of us
daily like that cause daily could be our apocalypse
popping sh+t like pac in the flyers jersey i’ll rock your sh+t
off my rocker, on my sh+t but know i’m getting off your b+tch
and even if i’m riding solo on my f+cking mobbing sh+t
my father told me at younger age
you ever k!ll someone i’ll help you dig the f+cking grave
that’s when i knew my family built different
we stand on our two feet we never duck and spray or run away
we got the k, but the dot end on you like kendrick’s change of name
that b+tch claiming we cuffed it’s only been a couple days
last girl i did wrong she wished me the truly worst
so that’s the f+cking vibes i’m battling in the universe
as a kid i felt truly cursed, now i’m feeling truly blessed
put you in a burial sight if on me you doing dirt
from an aerial sight i view this earth, we shooting works
from a birds eye view on the moon when the dream works
yeah
we just chilling
mobbing in the studio and sh+t

2021 till infinity

italian made a hundred k, counting pay; saying grace
talent weighs another way, scale’ll break you featherweights
all that gonna summon hate, no one gunning for a lame
even if you managed to take me down still above your grade
yeah
i ain’t ever lose a friend just enemies in sheep clothes
they should be ready for all the smoke like pre rolls
like the sopranos cause high notes i just reach those
gunning for the c notes, ducking distractions
how i defeat lows i mentally balance out
when serotonin levels readily counting down
i can’t find one of them b+tches f+ck it what’s the difference
winning on the side while essentially counted out
while being crazy f+ck it name one g+nius that ain’t
there ain’t no pension plan for leaders so imma talk my sh+t
you’ll die penniless but they’ll praise you when you dead
rather be hated for who i am than loved for who i’m not
and this skinny ginuea b+st+rd talking sh+t is what you got
fans in italy dm me saying i’m the sh+t
and i gotta google translate to understand what they said + f+ck
yeah
grazie grazie
arrivederci b+tches

- matt vanzetti lyrics

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