k** Bill: The Rapper - Dreams lyrics

(Verse 1: k** Bill) Life is hard up in deep space nine Cultivating landscapes over deep ba**lines Life is free-base fine. It's hot to the touch and such Stayed skipping cla**, and it was not for the double-dutch Blast-Thru, Razr phone, stocks in the trunk and stuff I wrote a few love songs I dropped and then crumpled up Call me "Mister-Can-I-Get-A-Third-Chance?" Catch me sipping ink and watching all my f**ing words dance Introverted with imagination. Well that's great But I'm a scumbag from time to time. I rhyme to test fate Karma loops out; flies swarm and dudes doubt But that's a fact of life, so man why you acting tight? Damn Inner monologue broadcast across web-space Flaws drawn out and pa**ed quicker than some NEXT dates I'm f**ed in the head like it's Fishburne's s** tapes Dudes fail to grasp like their arms are T-Rex shaped In the mothership talking about love and sh** Injecting life with false hope, it trickles out the punctured skin A 90's baby with a tendency to take trips Ba** dip inside my mind, I'm on my eighth hit Pablo f**around, free my mind I'm so boxed. Broke off some weed and rhyme My feet recline when I've f**ing seized my time And that's never ever, kid. I won't ever let it slip More fire! Anything beyond your desire Higher than Whitney Houston's suppliers' buyers I'm good, though My people stand behind me like I'm center-of-field, snapping ball Mobbing with the crew, you don't even have to ask at all (Chorus sample: The Game) I had dreams of f**ing an R&B b**h Dreams of f**ing Dreams of f**ing I had dreams of f**ing an R&B b**h