E-dubble - My Last Dream lyrics

.[Hook] I was healthy. I was king At least inside of my last dream Woke and saw the TV screen - - With my face inside I lost my mind. I lost the cause Saw my stitches under gauze The TV's on. The lights are off - - So my face is mine [Bridge x4] They throwing that hate, hate, hate, hate So I'm a just oh, oh, oh, oh [Verse 1 - E-Dubble] Yo Stones throw from the liquor store. I should probably get some more Pour it out, and poison up. My view is from the sycamore The view's great, but the fall is what concerns me Protein shakes accumulate. The branch decides the verdict Get your weight up. I'm hurting. The 808 consoles me Roles reverse sometimes; it's like the 808 controls me Hand the problems over to the Gatorade and codeine Put a hat on. Go outside. Pretend like people know me They don't, they phoney. They show girls, they know me We pop pills to placate. Juspano - we lonely We live life to laugh loud. Fraternize that like minded Aware of all these faults. We sleep, we dream, we need that unwinding The real life Wilfred; no reality show Call Miss Lewis my conscious; it's how reality goes Not exactly what we planned, but we make do Grinding every day just to let the dreams chase you I don't give a f** about the bullsh**. Living true stories Never spittin' from the pulpit. Grounded to glory Cause the struggle isn't pretty. Footage looking gritty, - - but we fix that in post-pro, and no show the pity like [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2 - Komplex] I want to fly up and away like Superman Pray everyday I keep on moving, man Still see the fly gypsy video and say “yay Kom you the man" Feels good to know I lost one but I ain't lose my fans Take my shoes off and slow walk this track Imma take my cool off but I'm gon' want this back It's a J cold world and love is like a code word Everybody think it means sumthin' different Life throw curves, take shots ‘til my throat burn Just tryna' feel something different Listen, tape about empty, bank account empty I wanna cop a take and rob a bank: don't tempt me Thank God for my fans, I just wonder why he mad at us The cards that he handed us, harder than some calculus The abacus not adding up, tryna hold my temper July more like December, close my eyes and remember [Hook] [Bridge x4]