Cam Meekins - Dreams lyrics

rate me

Yeah, what up?

I told these motherfuckers they should wait up,

They steady keeping hate up

The skinny motherfucker, I’m trying to get my weight up.

Balling like I’m Tony, hucked up in this half type,

I’m blowing up like... but fuck having a half life.

I’m living to the fullest, some sick of all the bullshit

My youtube clips will make you die for a clip

I’m living in the ocean with palm trees and shit

Collecting F words from all the fucks I should give.

I’m a fucker, I know, that’s what my teachers told me

And they told me I should stop doing my thing, they could blow me

I ain’t blowing, I’m just chilling, trying to buy my momma purse

Trying to have a little fun, before they throw me in a her shit, hers!

I’m serious, and I guess kinda delirious

But now I’m on fire just like Denis Leary is

The first 48 I make, better make plaques

Or I’m coming back to start over, it’s rap!

Hook:

I’m pushing sixty on the gas, hit on the ass

I’m living right now just in case you don’t blast

Filling up my glass, I’m trying to live with class

But these girls in my world trying to put me on grass,

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

I told, I told, I told these motherfuckers

That I ain’t coming back.

When I have less than a smash record and 20 mil in cash.

As a matter of fact, make sure that all these people getting stacks

Treat my joints like my check books, they all be getting cash.

I’mma smash, looking like I did this for no reason,

If you knew just how I work, then you would see why I was teasing

With these mix-tape tracks, going on and on and on

One of the kids was 17, was signing deals out of his home.

Besides beaver I got fever, cause I’m hot up in this bitch

Justing getting money, that’s why I’m trying to get rich.

Drive a 60 in the swish, put my hand up on my bitch

I’m just cruising, making sure that I don’t... in no dish

That’s a metaphor, whore, from my life...

It’s an inconvenient truth to be born, I’m sure!

So I’m trying to keep it real with all the people that I got,

Cause when I fall off, I’m landing on the top!

Hook:

I’m pushing sixty on the gas, hit on the ass

I’m living right now just in case you don’t blast

Filling up my glass, I’m trying to live with class

But these girls in my world trying to put me on grass,

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

Yeah, push a sixty on a gas, stand on the ass

I’m living right now just in case you don’t last.

Try to live good, play some new tracks

They’re asking if I’m down, I tell them look up

Push a sixty on a gas, stand on the ass

Living right now, just in case you don’t last

I’m trying to live good, buy some new chucks

They’re asking if I’m down, tell them look up

At the skyline, the skyline, the skyline, the skyline!

Hook:

I’m pushing sixty on the gas, hit on the ass

I’m living right now just in case you don’t blast

Filling up my glass, I’m trying to live with class

But these girls in my world trying to put me on grass,

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)

But I keep rolling

(This is what dreams are made of)