Daydreaming In The Projects

[Intro]

(Da-da, da-da, da da)

[Verse 1]

So don't be mad at me

I used to breathe asthmatically

No strategy for whenever brain

Gets going, counting the stars through the growing pains

Shoulder blame

Foot the bill, take a sugar pill

Over-the-counter drugs, the ones niggas couldn't feel

Like the wooden wheel

Ben switched the island with

Arms stretched

Head high like a lion sit

Yeah, I'm trying to get it

But where did it go

Under 10 inches of that lake-effect snow

But I'ma do whatever it takes, so let's go

Let's go to the projects, let's go to the moon

Shout to Aes Rock for calling out my spoons

Shout to hip-hoppers I met in high school

Y'all saved my life Thursday afternoons

[Chorus]

(This goes out to the)

Ghetto children, making codewords

In the projects around the world

Ghetto children, fighting dragons

In the projects around the world

[Verse 2]

Don't overlook it though

You gotta know what you couldn't know

Yeah I'm good to gone, head scrutinize

Put your gloves on and dig for a new surprise

It might be supersized, use all your muscles

Get in front of the groove just like a hustle, improve

The fightin' scuffle, stay sharp for the moment

I rhyme for survival so the art is a bonus

I was sparked into motion back when Carson was hosting

Everything is better when you don't know nothing

I'm grown so I'm always disgusted

All these discussions online is mayonnaise versus mustard

Mayonnaise people think French can't be trusted

Mustard people think eggs is all busted

But fuck it

We in it for the pattern interruptions

[Chorus]

(This goes out to the)

Ghetto children, hacking networks

In the projects around the world

Ghetto children, splicing cables

In the projects around the world

[Verse 3]

So don't be mad at me, I overthink things radically

King Tragedy, Prince Everlong

Never shake up my eight-ball 'cause it's never wrong

I sing whatever song I damn well please

Vintage 5deez or tempted by squeeze

My dispensary’s closed and I meant to buy weed

I'm salty at the airport in security

Tragic is the story of the cookie face king

Long black trench on the roof like Sting

Pointing bats at my enemies let it be known

Pull up at the show hitting every orange cone

I park where I want but I cry if I'm towed

I don't really know where it's right to buy clothes

Unregulated labor made all that I own

Can I make an impact if I strike the right tone

And keep saying words into microphones

It goes

[Chorus]

Ghetto children, solving problems

In the projects around the world