| Some people dream about success
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| While others, they wake up to reach it
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| As I’m glued to my seat, my kicks struggle to retreat
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| A struggle in my seat
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| It’s a struggle if I flea
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| I open up the book in front of my eyes try to feel it
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| But nothing soakin' in my mind I constantly hear rhythms
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| The rhythms in the music, the rhythms I be doing
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| I don’t do this for amusement, the movements set for proving
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| To understand the master plan yet I cannot consume it
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| There’s pressure to just do it, yo I’m blooming in this music
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| Distracting me, giving me two sides, the same like I’m congruent
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| Work ethic is not fluent see I try to get into it
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| I try to get into it but my efforts hit the losers
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| And if I hit the losers, I stay puzzled like a rubix
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| I choose this
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| Artistic lifestyle to raise my profile
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| But when I speak my dreams everybody just smiles
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| Pat me on my shoulder kindly phrasing that it’s over
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| But I’m always rollin' over on my bed
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| So I can sleep to dream
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| When I’m not sleeping
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| I’m thinking bout leaving
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| And telling you stories of life
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| When I am sleeping
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| I’m thinking bout dreaming
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| Of where am I soaring tonight?
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| Some people dream, some people dream (then wake up) X3
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| Some people dream, some people dream
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| Some people dream, some people dream (then wake up) X3
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| Some people dream, some people dream
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| Steady dreaming I’m steady dreaming bout leaving demons
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| Behind cause I be feeling like the difference is eating
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| Inside I’m wanting to fly, fly a flyer than high
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| I take out wings from my nap sack and hit up the sky
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| I get the sky scraping, I get the sky tasting
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| Ya’ll cats is land crawling, ya’ll cats is land scaping
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| Scraping you thinking hoping, hoping that doors would open
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| But you don’t got a key
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| How you gone get em open, huh?
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| How there’s a better question that my mind be on
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| And how come I’m feeling like my mind is eons ahead
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| I rather dream in bed, but when I am awake I am living those
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| Dreams… (Repeated)
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| When I’m not sleeping
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| I’m thinking bout leaving
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| And telling you stories of life
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| When I am sleeping
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| I’m thinking bout dreaming
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| Of where am I soaring tonight?
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| Some people dream, some people dream (then wake up) X3
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| Some people dream, some people dream
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| Some people dream, some people dream (then wake up) X3
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| Some people dream, some people dream |