Sweet Dreams

[Intro: Johniepee] One take, ahem Sweet dreams, yeah, yeah, ayy [Verse 1: Johniepee] Yeah, second night of flexing on 'em, better check the memo J.P. heavy with the bars, that’s my M.O. Reno' your mindset, cut the dead weight And find rest, y'all white bread, when I fire reps: Toast, yeah, livin' up on both coasts By the laptop, makin' dad bods go ghost House in the west, by the beach, rockin' short shorts Catch a steel bird, second home, North Shore Mos-Vegas, pour some out for the lost haters Put ‘еm in a fuckin' box, like they’re coppеd trainers Gone missin', not a loss 'cause they’re not favourites Cruise past, peace sign up, yellin' “Chopped, laters!” You’re a Weedle, I’m a Charizard You’re a little bitch, I’m on RnR Phone on DND, but bet I still got the bars Burners by the furnace, rap mastery, the seminar Sweet dreams, ain’t no weapon gonna beat me You better hit the road runnin', get to meep meep Ridin' solo, while you be twenty-three deep Lay your ass flat, motherfucker, I’m in 3D [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins, Johniepee] (P.) Niggas catching Z’s in 4k Step to me right, no probate, Colgate Breath, if I orate, the best now Dabbled in the public speakin', nigga felt less brown (Les Brown) Put it in my own words, knew I’d be less clown than most folks Really just concerned with no sore throats, you can’t get This far going solo, you can’t hit this bar With no pole vault, I’m six under par with a broomstick We clean thug, straight past the fairway, I seen ducks And sheep on the airways, that ain’t us, I can’t go (Kangol) One by the head, and there’s one by the ankle They sleep on the floor, can’t complain, though, we livin' We sewin', we reapin', like, so what They sleepin' as we keep on givin' [Verse 3: Johniepee] As we keep on giving 'em hell Heaven knows, will they wake up? It’s time that’ll tell With my feet up, switch lanes, like the V-DUB Crabs in a bucket, you a storm in a teacup Damn fool’s, not a handful, not a B cup Say it with your chest, look up just to see us You sleep in, so no wonder you be slept on Mattress, all your wack shit don’t affect John What I adlib, you call practice What you call progress, I call backwards, huh Speakers blown, put a hole in one On these long drives, ain’t afraid of the course, uh Club up, if you coming up short We keep a zone, man to man, you ain’t runnin' the court, ha Sweet dreams, this a sport, so we run things Sonic flow, how we’ve done things They too busy chasing tails, wanting knuckles off of one win Shoulda hedged your bets instead of hogging all a one thing Uh, but there’s plenty to go around with it MICHELIN Star, they ravin' all up the town with it Servin' 'em fresher so bet that we turnin' round critics Sleepin' dogs lie, when you step to 'em, only sound’s crickets Yeah, so rest assured, we done kept it pure Yeah, different timezone’s, but we set the score J.P. and M.J., the pen game’s stupid They try to stay up, but their heads stay droopin' Sweet dreams [Outro: Johniepee] Woo! Yeah, w-w-w-w-one take W-w-w-w-w-one take, y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah Tell me, what did John say? Yeah, sweet dreams