Illinformed - Rolex Dreams lyrics

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Illinformed - Rolex Dreams lyrics

[Intro: Verb T] So how many rappers break through when they're 32? Maybe a few? I guess I am where I am Yeah See when I was younger, I used to want all that sh** The money and the fame I used to put on a beat and I used to say sh** like this Listen [Hook 2x: Verb T] I want a rolex, a nice car I'm gonna make money and I'm gonna go far I want a mansion, some mean chicks I'm gonna get famous and I'm gonna be rich [Verse 1: Verb T] Man I'm gonna make so much dough that I can waste it Sit around the house with the crew getting wasted Basement swimming pool, every chick thinks I'm cool Aw sh**, I was planning all of this in school Chefs in the kitchen, they're cooking gourmet Your girl says that my vocal tone is foreplay You want a bike? Watch out for my Porsche, mate I just bought it, you pricks can't afford it Used to have holes in my clothes, had to stitch it up Now I'm popping tags and I'm dressed like Scissortongue (Um) Don't think that that's a diss cause it isn't, son I'm just tryna eat some weird foods and live it up I might become a vegan like Fliptrix Be healthy for a while, then I might switch sh** Got money for anything in the world I like Now I just want to sniff white, where's Dirty Dike? (Cocaine) Maybe him, Jam Baxter on an acid trip Guys, if I can have a tab, yeah, that would do fabulous I'm throwing money away, so let me seize the day Head stay smokey like Leaf Dog and BVA [Hook] [Verse 2: Leaf Dog] Yo, I used to want a big whip 'round the town riding It's ironic, cause now, I'm sh** scared of driving Used to want a b**h that s** me off at the show But she's the same hoe I found in every town that I go Use to dreams of making dough, free cycles on the grow L.docter green farm with his own seed to sow Getting paid for a show, getting signed by a label, without having to eat the few crumbs off the table I'm able, people saying my future ain't stable He's too nasal, shouts too much, so we can't play you Okay, understand that nobody will make you Back in the days, would send my CDs out trying to break through You don't need the industry, you need people The fans are the best bit, the rest is deceitful If you're tryna be like this, then here's the preview Most of it is just a myth and never been true [Hook] [Outro: Sample] "By the standards of his profession is an aging, over-the-hill relic of what was, and who now sees a reflection of a man who has left too many pieces of his youth in too many stadiums for too many years before too many screaming people"