A. Dd+

A. Dd+ - Insomniac Dreaming

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

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