A. Dd+ - Insomniac Dreaming lyrics
rate me(Spoken) Yo, ADD in this...
Get a scoop, a double dose of it
Basking in the ambience of robbing another
Make one scream for the unseen
Unfortunately hands don’t raise but I still get praise
Fly lyrics on exhibit as they rip the runway
Taking off...not at all, I don’t get paid to strip
So every day I dip like it’s my last
Hoping that this feeling of wrong won’t last too long
Mean talk with a mean walk, out to be taught
How not to be caught in that jelly
Found in the bellies of disasters, poetic
Jumping out of every window screaming message
Blessings in disguise, covered eyes in this masquerade
Man I wish I would have seen the face
As always, my mind moving too fast, but still arrive too late
Virgo with the mind of a Gemini, we straight
2 heads always better than one
That’s why we come second to none, give it a run
They dream chasing them, but they run
Niggas is dumb
Y’all continue to have fun, my message is none
I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be well off
Keep my bank account banging and take care of those I care about
Fuck a Maybach, I just keep swanging my 'Lac (right)
These are thoughts of a black insomniac, (god damn)
Just started writing, didn’t know where to begin
Jot a couple lines then start over again, then again
The line was tight, the timing’s right
Is the lime of light, gonna shine tonight?
Dig,we got a show, I gotta flow
And a couple fans used to wanna hustle pants
Studio, love is tough
We ‘bout the peace, I used it for improvement, others use it to deceive
I live for it, they die by it, no beef in, that’s why I diet
No thief in, now I buy it,
Once committing more than theft,
My golly, yeah I prolly, be better doing off doing this 'stead of that
Trapped in some traps, we heavy off in the mix
Got raps on top of raps, trying to make some sense
And put Dallas on the map
I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be well off
Keep my bank account banging and take care of those I care about
Fuck a Maybach, we just keep swanging the 'Lac (right)
These are thoughts of a black insomniac, (god damn)
What if I was to make it, riches, now boy, I'm bankin'
Bitches all in my bizness, drowning in money, sinking
I'm frowning and wondering, thinking, about this life I’m living
Another day, another dollar I live my wishes
I triumph through expeditions, I would have never thunk it
I made it, but now like "fuck it, I hate it" but love attention
Outrageous, a bunch of women on me now, they owe me now
But I don’t even stress it, I just take a puff and blow it out
Proportions is my portion, every penny,fuck a Porsche and Lamborghini
I’ve been forced to ask the genie “why me? I didn’t ask for that as my task.”
I just wanna breathe, bring the ambulance, ambulance 1,2,3 clear
Money’s my motivation, living’s my occupation
My new hobby is waiting, and I’m probably impatient
But I do it for this: couple of couple of cribs, couple of whips
But I don’t wanna be famous, I just wanna be well off
Keep my bank account banging and take care of those I care about
Fuck a Maybach, we just keep swanging the 'Lac (right)
These are thoughts of a black insomniac, (god damn)
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Thanks to nakrul
Thanks to Nathan Schubach for correcting these lyrics
