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verb t - rolex dreams lyrics

[intro: verb t]
so how many rappers break through when they’re 32?
maybe a few?
i guess i am where i am
yeah
see when i was younger, i used to want all that shit
the money and the fame
i used to put on a beat and i used to say shit like this
listen

[hook 2x: verb t]
i want a rolex, a nice car
i’m gonna make money and i’m gonna go far
i want a mansion, some mean chicks
i’m gonna get famous and i’m gonna be rich

[verse 1: verb t]
man i’m gonna make so much dough that i can waste it
sit around the house with the crew getting wasted
basement swimming pool, every chick thinks i’m cool
aw shit, i was planning all of this in school
chefs in the kitchen, they’re cooking gourmet
your girl says that my vocal tone is foreplay
you want a bike? watch out for my porsche, mate
i just bought it, you pricks can’t afford it
used to have holes in my clothes, had to stitch it up
now i’m popping tags and i’m dressed like scissortongue
(um) don’t think that that’s a diss cause it isn’t, son
i’m just tryna eat some weird foods and live it up
i might become a vegan like fliptrix
be healthy for a while, then i might switch shit
got money for anything in the world i like
now i just want to sniff white, where’s dirty dike?
(cocaine) maybe him, jam baxter on an acid trip
guys, if i can have a tab, yeah, that would do fabulous
i’m throwing money away, so let me seize the day
head stay smokey like leaf dog and bva

[hook]

[verse 2: leaf dog]
yo, i used to want a big whip ’round the town riding
it’s ironic, cause now, i’m shit scared of driving
used to want a b-tch that suck me off at the show
but she’s the same hoe i found in every town that i go
use to dreams of making dough, free cycles on the grow
l.docter green farm with his own seed to sow
getting paid for a show, getting signed by a label, without having to eat the few crumbs off the table
i’m able, people saying my future ain’t stable
he’s too nasal, shouts too much, so we can’t play you
okay, understand that nobody will make you
back in the days, would send my cds out trying to break through
you don’t need the industry, you need people
the fans are the best bit, the rest is deceitful
if you’re tryna be like this, then here’s the preview
most of it is just a myth and never been true

[hook]

[outro: sample]
“by the standards of his profession is an aging, over-the-hill relic of what was, and who now sees a reflection of a man who has left too many pieces of his youth in too many stadiums for too many years before too many screaming people”

- verb t lyrics

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