Dreaming

[Hook]

Dreaming, but I don't think that I'mma sleep tonight

I'm living the dream and

This just can't be life

[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]

See, I've been waking on the cold nights

Half a pack left, poor life, try to grab us while we roll dice

Scatter, back to the block in an hour

Just 'bout time to change clothes and a shower

Set up shop by the dope head

Her-oin stashed in the Pro-Ked, gun by the moped

Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw away

So while you away, 9 to 5 to a day

I will us-ua-lay, lay by the basement store

Sling raw by the barber shop

Jerry's getting cut, stash my work there

As long as gave Jerry a cut, I could work there

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 2: Wrekonize]

Okay, feel asleep and half awake

Trying to direct but now I feel I'm at the matinee

Look mom, I'm on the screen, don't mean to beat the pack away

So I can share the meaning of get up and get the lap relayed

Relayed, relayed, get me to give me the cash I made

Dippin' you into a relaxin' place, let me just get out my pack and pray

To the gods of my private little dream scape

I see you sleeping on so long even the sheep skate

Each break, each melody causes

All the jealous folks to relish those who readily rock shit

Knock, knock, get ready to drop kick

The hands of time then rewind it right when the clock ticks

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I cry, nobody listenin'

Cause a baller let a baller ball and his bottom he brought him

But a brawler was smaller, bombing better up his body blitzin

I'll abolish him, it's bothering it's about Benjamin's product

Get bottom pimpin' just borrowing just ballin' 'bition

I annihilated Molly, no longer dilated

I fly away, it seems high away this is how I made it

I get violent, when mine is spend on the IRS

To silence somethin' crying, I get too sick to try and make it

Man I'm dreamin', I can't believe it

Makin' it hella-hella but everybody need it

I feed it, to so many sources 'til I'm depleted

Feelin' I'm really beat up with greed, I can't conceive it

[Hook] (2X)

[Verse 4: Bernz]

Can't be

Pursuit of happiness had me writing in classrooms

Falling asleep, only to block assholes

Grew up a crash test dummy, no fastener

Father was gone so long, she called me bastard!

Faster, pussycat! Ain't no slowing down!

Dreamt myself in a corner in order to make it out

Shout iMAYDAY! now! Get faded now!

Ink on my fingers, dead ringer for the singer but I'm Bernz

While they sleep straight 'till they urns

Brown liquor in my stomach making my chest burn

They heard, I count sheep for four mo'

Fucka, got a message from Noreaga

Said "Wake 'em up, brother" {​*Alarm Clock*}​

[Hook]