Joey BADA$$ - Sweet Dreams Lyrics
Annotate [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]First I wake up, wake up, thinking of a plan to get my cake up, cake upCause I can't pay the rent with school papersI need two acres and moreI know how it feel walking out the door pockets out of doughOut it doe, be on the flowWe smoking endo, but we out doe, adiosMy audio getting me that Audi or the range rovMahogany colored clothing, my hog in the roadDrive slow, cruising down memory lane before I hit the streetsHave my melody playing, creators just lie with my (?)Had her between guys, I think I'm married to JaneI remember the days when I'd forever complainThat's way before they started paying, I was in painSick in the brain like I never met a physicist yetOnly lyricist on my metaphysics intellect[Hook]Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s90s babies it's a matter of timeSweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my niggaSweet dreams, stuck in the 90s90s babies it's a matter of timeAnd time's not rewinding, yeah[Verse 2]Round two bout, half of this loud dudeDont let them hounds snoop and get soundproofedHigh frequency sounds tooHas statik spot over serious statik shotsScrap vinyls over them statik popsIm a fanatic fly but a sporadic guyNever chat a lot, just pass the loud (lawd) and guide the youthStill with the truth, Nigga nothin lessWhen the playbutton pressedKillswitches feel it hit ya chestAnd meet your death, if im caught on the fence know hell hit yaYes true vets keeps it real whichyaIll wit ya, show you the real pictureOnly keep the ones around that suffer from ills whichyaCuz when them suckas, see ya sufferAnd your cake getting richer and your pockets gettin thickerThats when they want you to remember a niggaBut when I handed you the tape you couldn't remember to listen[Hook][Verse 3 Joey Bada$$]Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50Thats 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippyWhere I live it's either you know talents well and sell recordsOr no talent, well we still sell for the recordSomehow the rap game reminds me of the trap gameIn fact is the exact same, and these tracks is my crack caineAnd if you listening then you a fanOur music is the cure like some vaccinesI'm exotic to the core so stop askingGot the blueprints to the game, but I read it as kingThere's 47 ways to get this greenOne is being an enslaved being, the other dreamsRed pill or blue bean, I can't sit still I'm too lean, niggaBrush my bill on (?)Niggas on my tail now that I blew green[Hook]
