Bobby Fischer - Dreams lyrics

[Hook]: All day, we dream of the life Hopping on planes, rock a stage all night We got to stay high, so the weed we light Blow the la in the sky, one more time, uh All day, we dream of the life Hopping on planes, rock a stage all night We got to stay high so the weed we light Blow the la in the sky, hands high now [Verse 1]: My life good, barely ever get no bad news Just smoke blunts with my boys in the bathroom Of my dorm--I went from sitting on the porch To opening for Big Sean, homie it's on! There's no going back, so I got my flow exact So precise, I ignite every time I'm on the mic Every night that I write, I'm thinking back upon my life Memories got me tight like a blunt that won't light 80 proof got me loose, I'm just doing what I do Now I go to school up in NYU And ohhh (laughs) you know we celebrating My dad stressing that I got to get my education But dad I ain't waiting, I want them bright lights Wanna rock them white Nikes living in the night life Get my girl nice ice, and throw my boys paper Then wave to all the haters while I'm in my aviators like, "what?!" [Hook] [Verse 2]: I seen hard times, so the grind--I'm on mine Used to rob part time, I was slinging all dimes Now I'm hard to find, in the booth all the time Writing rhymes cause my crime wasn't organized Used to chill at my moms, and kick it with Ricky I told him I would blow up, and he was coming with me Now we on the top floor looking at the city I'm looking at my girl, and damn she look pretty I'm glad she stuck with me, she was giving love Back when we were living tough, and I didn't have enough To get up on the bus, but now we live it up Every article that's written, she go and pin it up But I ain't get enough, dog I wanna get it all Bring gifts down to Bristol like the skinny Mr. Claus I'm looking forward to the chance to look back God gave me half a chance, and look, I took that (hah!) [Hook] [Bridge]: Clap your hands now (clap your hands now) You are rocking with the man now Clap your hands now (clap your hands now) Everybody clap your hands, come on! [Verse 3]: My girl looking fly in whatever she slipping on But I'm a get her triple digit dresses when I'm getting on Tell my boys tell your tenements "bon voyage" I'm a take us out the hood, the real Entourage The non-fiction Vince, Fischer is invincible Used to feel invisible, I was living miserable But my father raised a resilient individual I'm giving you my gift and I'm nowhere near my pinnacle So we never hit the club, but we live it up Liquored up--if you spill it then you better lick it up If he fall pick him up but never let him live it down There's no way I could've fathomed how I'm living now Back when I was sitting down living at my girl's house Distraught, lost, trying to figure this world out Now fire flies out my mouth, there's no doubt I'm a blow up and make my whole town so proud...