Mykel Chris - Selling Dreams

Please be real
Haven't heard from you in months, baby what's the deal?
Don't be talking like you
You been working on yourself and tryna heal
Cause we ain't selling dreams, you can keep it real
Know you work that 9:5
Two babies and they under five
Pretty face and the full thighs
Take a hit, then you come alive
Every time you call I'mma show up
You been mixing up your drink, don't throw up
Riding with the Blicky, can't ho us
Why you always going missing round august
I be fuckin on your friend, cause it's just us
And I did a lot of dirt with no Justice
And you always asking questions like
What's us?
And who this?
And what's up?
Uh
But you know the truth and I know the truth
Yeah
This as far as we gon go
You know
Yeah
Remember when I met you, words can't describe it
Even with my pencil
And you was so perfect
Made wit a stencil
Calling me an asshole
But that's what you into
And we was in the rental
Cause New York, them niggas stay lurkin
You always sending text like, why we ain't working (For certain)
Has to do with fighting and the cursing
Block me on the gram, but I know yo ass lurkin(we hurting)
Send a note, see me in person
Pull up to yo crib, then we closing the curtain
Yeah
Pull up to yo crib, then we closing the curtain
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
And imma leave ya
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
And imma leave ya
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
It's Chris!

Written by:
Mykel Ambers

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