Sweet Dreams

[Verse 1]

First I wake up, wake up, thinking of a plan to get my cake up, cake up

Cause I can't pay the rent with school papers

I need two acres and more

I know how it feel walking out the door pockets out of dough

Out it doe, be on the flow

We smoking indo, but we out though, adios

My audio getting me that Audi dough or the range rov

Mahogany colored clothing, my hog in the road

Drive slow, cruising down memory lane before I hit the streets

Have my melody playing, creators choose flight with my melancholy saying

Head between clouds, I think I'm married to Jane

I remember the days when I'd forever complain

That's way before they started paying, I was in pain

Sick in the brain like I never met a physicist yet

Only lyricist on my metaphysics intellect

[Chorus]

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

[Verse 2]

Round two bout, half of this loud through

Don't let them hounds snoop and get soundproofed

High frequency sounds too

Has statik spot over serious statik shots

Scrap vinyls over them statik pops

Im a fanatic fly but a sporadic guy

Never chat a lot, just pass the Lye and guide the youth

Stand with the truth, Nigga nothin' less

When the playbutton pressed

Killswitches feel it hit ya chest

And meet your death, if im caught on the fence know hell hit ya

Yes true vets keeps it real whichya

Ill wit ya, show you the real picture

Only keep the ones around that suffer for meals whichya

Cuz when them suckas, see ya supper

And your cake getting richer and your pockets getting thicker

Thats when they want you to remember a nigga

But when I handed you the tape you couldn't remember to listen

[Chorus]

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

[Verse 3]

Been on my grind, I keep it 50-50

Thats 100 on the real, no balance scales, still trippy

Where I live it's either you know talents well and sell records

Or no talent, well we still sell for the record

Somehow the rap game reminds me of the trap game

In fact is the exact same, and these tracks is my crack caine

And if you listening then you a fiend

Our music is the cure like some vaccines

Exotic to the core so stop asking

Got the blueprints to the game, but I read it as king

There's 47 ways to get this green

One is being an enslaved being, the other dreams

Red pill or blue bean, I can't sit still I'm too lean, nigga

Brush my bill on on new beams

Niggas on my tail now that I blew green

[Chorus]

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

Sweet dreams my nigga, I wish you sweet dreams my nigga

Sweet dreams, stuck in the 90s

90s babies it's a matter of timing

And time's not rewinding, yeah

[Outro]

Sweet dreams stuck in the 90's nigga

Stuck in the 90's nigga

We just some stuck in the 90's niggas