(mysterious women singing)
[Verse]
Dreaming,
Sleeping,
Eye's open up now I'm peeping
I feel the sticks in my back so I stand up to both of my feet and,
I'm walking,
I'm moving,
My vision sight I'm losing,
These leaves fall from these tree's into my face blowing' and crusin',
For some phenomonal reason i ain't panicking I'm just cooling,
I feel like this is my home like i done packed up and been moving,
A get away from the bullsh** and problems it feels so right,
Now I'm away from all the bullsh** staying another night,
(Eric Donté)
God don't like ugly,
god don't like ugly.