3rdSyllable - High Dreams

High dreams
Big dreams with a big old heart
High class, esteem
Real talk, never "yap yap yap"
Real feelings
How many relate to the songs I've written down?
I got questions
What is love?
Isn't that a drug? Cause if so
Is you on it?
Is you the supplier?
They just wanna buy, that's wholesale
They sell lies
Giving you attention, affection that is falsified
They just coincide
Every lie they be telling you like you believe it's TRUE
Then you tell a lie and see it through as they believing you
They leaving you
All of this cluster of energy's leaving you
Something it's teaching you
Nothing is reaching you other than negatives
They "throwing bleach" on you
You got a noose on ya' neck
You too loose with deleting clues
This is America's Idol?
This is what we gotta deal with on TV
You thinking that this is just nada, but look in your Prada's
Narcotics in tatas, your mamas is leaving you late in the night
Cause she living her life with a like for a pipe on the road
Maybe a Dyke on the road
Maybe she likey the taste
Maybe she loving her life
Maybe she living so "freely" she lost you in sight
Maybe what only you want isn't just like what they say on TV
Maybe like look out for kids that you made
Maybe like don't murder them and their faith
Just like you murder all them, like you take them away
From our lives like just before they was raised
Before they took steps
Before they was brave
Before there was shame when doing this now they take "pride"
Like "it's their body their freedom their mind"
Only thing that you want baby is time
Only thing that you got on your lil mind
Is all the fake that they spit in your eyes
Listen to you or to it, you decide
Listen to few and your wishes will rise to a realness like wielding this glory
I'm feeling like Tory
I'm switching the lane, but not taking no L's
He'll prolly come threaten me tell me to stoop to the ground and say sorry like dax
Baby relax
We go 100 it shows on the dash
I'm overly fast
To give it my all
I gotta relax
I gotta let go
I gotta look past
I gotta undress
The shawtys that's bad
Too much of the goodness can always be bad
I like it like that
I like it like that

Written by:
Rafael Israilov

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