Dusk

[Intro] We tripping man Uh Yau Listen Uh [Verse 1] We all came from the bottom, flesh, bones, all the same Some wanna ride it to the top so people would say their names They say that I'm insane, but I still won't lease my brain I go home sleep, make my music and get my fame And there's no one to blame if motherfucker doing nothing Wasting his life away yeah, tell me boy that's something When I first grab my pen I told myself I was gonna win I don't know if that is real, but I'm so real that call me ideal [Bridge] Cash They call me ideal Tommy Uh Yo, yo Uh [Verse 2] I don't chase the paper, I chase the fucking dream Coming up with the mad flow that you never seen I came up through the surface, please tell me it was on purpose To real life in the service, this shit makes me nervous This is my story, this is my song If you feel motherfucker then you can't go wrong All quiet, no sound, trying to scream, shit's profound So lie down in [?] and my body screams underground [Bridge] Uh Everybody gotta be so shy What you better do is fucking reach aside Preach aside Reach inside And I think you're gonna like what you will see inside [Verse 3] Foes they can't see me 'cause the vision ain't just 3D And you can believe me, is that really Tommy? First I started rapping, everybody was curious Now I'm breaking through, everybody fuckin' furious I call myself Tommy Cash, that's ironic 'Cause I'm broke as hell, I spend it all on chronic I don't chase the paper, I chase the fucking dream Come in up with the mad flow that you never seen We young, wild and free, this is how we do it Got only one life so I'm gonna use it I'm gonna abuse it, choose the right way Your journey to spend your life in, I stick the knife in And tear my world apart in right there's my heart In left my brain, but I can feel no pain There's a smile on my face, but it's really no joke Emptiness inside, in my eyes no hope Then I party like a cowboy, party like a pope Party till we're "Aha" out of dope Pop a bottle of [?], now my mood getting better Check my iPhone, she sent me a letter She all that I wants, all what I need And her perfume smells like the best bag of weed She's my Mary Jane, making me insane Close my eyes, this trip is swallowing my brain [Outro] This trip is swallowing my brain Tommy Cash going insane