Kids These Days - Dreamy lyrics

[Intro: Donnie Trumpet] For J.P., bring it home Lane Yeah [Verse 1: Donnie Trumpet] J Dilla makes me wanna write raps But I've never been good at that So I scribble on my cracked Berry About every little memory that climbs through vines of dead brain cells But, actually, I like to write because I like riding trains And waiting twenty minutes in the rain To catch a glimpse of the metal frame That dances in your irises That's where the fire is That rooftop life is Painting pictures of scriptures over illegal notation I resist temptation to write on everything I see Everything bleeds, even me Everything bleeds, even me Everyone sings, even me Everyone clings, even she Every love stings, even we Anything is possible [Verse 2: Donnie Trumpet] Like Kenny J Everything's exciting, like when Mike met Nike Hiking like Stevie's gold rings and accessories Easily stained like [?] Easily stained like [?] Take her over the ruffled bridges Reach under her ruffled breeches To wherever respect and dignity decided to take a day off And smoke a few doobies Blow away anxieties through doobies [?] Jane married a magical fairy [?] Fairly, barely, rarely can turn to a witch With the flick of a switch It's like this track A rolled up fist, a rolled up stick, a roll- Cough cough [Verse 3: Donnie Trumpet] A hiccup! My flow W-w-w-w-w-w-w-what, what happened to My-my-my flow? I'm still on the same row I was on ten minutes ago I can't write poetry, I just scribble I can't play basketball, I just dribble I can't play the trumpet, I just fiddle I can't lie, I just fibble My poems don't make any sense, a riddle f**! Why don't my poems make any sense? Everything bleeds, even you Everything bleeds, even goo Got b**hes going ga-ga over the lady But, life is like a circus Circle us and drop before we walk, before you hop You got, bowled down, because D. Rose got that sh** My lip is starting to finally hit that trumpet mouth piece again Does why my poems gotta make sense? Have focus, like seventy lenses Hocus pocus never felt so good to me My newest revelry, with no referee I said, I am me, I'm finally free I said I mean we, are free Are free, are free, are free [Vocal Outro: Macie Stewart]