Tech N9ne - Dreaming lyrics

[Hook] Dreaming, but I don't think that I'mma sleep tonight I'm living the dream and This just can't be life [Verse 1: N.O.R.E.] See, I've been waking on the cold nights Half a pack left, poor life, try to grab us while we roll dice Scatter, back to the block in an hour Just 'bout time to change clothes and a shower Set up shop by the dope head Her-oin stashed in the broke head, gun by the moped Fingerprints in the last weapon I threw away So while you away, 9 to 5 to a day I will us-ua-lay, lay by the basement store Sling raw by the barber shop Jerry's getting cut, stash my work there As long as gave Jerry a cut, I could work there [Hook] (2X) [Verse 2: Wrekonize] Okay, feel asleep and half awake Trying to direct but now I feel I'm at the matinee Look mom, I'm on the screen, don't mean to beat the pack away So I can share the meaning of get up and get the lap relayed Relayed, relayed, get me to give me the cash I made Dippin' you into a relaxin' place, let me just get out my pack and pray To the gods of my private little dream scape I see you sleeping on so long even the sheep skate Each break, each melody causes All the jealous folks to relish those who readily rock sh** Knock, knock, get ready to drop kick The hands of time then rewind it right when the clock ticks [Hook] (2X) [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I cry, nobody listenin' Cause a baller let a baller ball and his bottom he brought him But a brawler was smaller, bombing better up his body blitzin I'll abolish him, it's bothering it's about Benjamin's product Get bottom pimpin' just borrowing just ballin' 'bition I annihilated Molly, no longer dilated I fly away, it seems high away this is how I made it I get violent, when mine is spend on the IRS To silence somethin' crying, I get too sick to try and make it Man I'm dreamin', I can't believe it Makin' it hella-hella but everybody need it I feed it, to so many sources 'til I'm depleted Feelin' I'm really beat up with greed, I can't conceive it [Hook] (2X) [Verse 4: Bernz] Can't be Pursuit of happiness had me writing in cla**rooms Falling asleep, only to block a**holes Grew up a crash test dummy, no fastener Father was gone so long, she called me ba*tard! Faster, p**ycat! Ain't no slowing down! Dreamt myself in a corner in order to make it out Shout iMAYDAY! now! Get faded now! Ink on my fingers, dead ringer for the singer but I'm Bernz While they sleep straight 'till they urns Brown liquor in my stomach making my chest burn They heard, I count sheep for four mo' f**a, got a message from Noreaga Said "Wake 'em up, brother" {​*Alarm Clock*}​ [Hook]