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Waking Dreamers
Waking Dreamers
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kenneth T Wiggins Jr.
Kenneth T Wiggins Jr.
Komponist:in
Sandro Meier
Sandro Meier
Komponist:in
Omid Salamat Sharif
Omid Salamat Sharif
Songwriter:in
Nick Bignall
Nick Bignall
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sandro Purple Green
Sandro Purple Green
Ingenieur:in
Kenneth English
Kenneth English
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Yeah I was made in his image,copped me a ticket it's golden Willy Wonka,i was chosen to rule it Checked off my list, guess I'm supposed to go do it I caught me a Lyft and he playing my music Tryna catch me but I'm kinda elusive Married the game and I'm kinda abusive ADHD, and these thoughts are intrusive Shawty really thought my heart was exclusive Fuck everybody my hate is inclusive Don't fuck with your pronouns, but if you insist call pro, now Address me as goat now and if you offended enough I might blow now sheesh You not woke, 'cause you be still asleep We be the ones to awake these dreams Help you back up on your feet, never admitting defeat Fighting relentless, this hunger is endless This thirst tryna quench it, we flooding the world like Atlantis Got you in panic a menace, you just keep praying like mantis Serving you all like its tennis, egos so big and won't fit on a canvas A student for life wasn't made for the campus (Egos so big and won't fit on a canvas) (A student for life wasn't made for the campus) Can this dick fit in your mouth, index finger out hand is well-endowed Want at least six figures now, gold piece in my mouth Your mood getting sour Start a mosh pit in the crowd, screams be getting loud Earthquake shake the ground We the best thing from our town, names be in your mouths Look who snatched the crown Can this dick fit in your mouth, index finger out hand is well-endowed Want at least six figures now, gold piece in my mouth Your mood getting sour Start a mosh pit in the crowd, screams be getting loud Earthquake shake the ground We best thing from our town, names be in your mouths Look who snatched the crown, wake these dreamers now I'mma be damned if I let niggas fuck with me Ain't your rank, I'mma whole different cut you see You's a lamb, I'm a goat, you'll go ham if you don't Drop a ransom, pay up, that's a chunky fee Today I'm in it for some stress relief I'm servin' meat, 'cause I'm the best with beef Call me a pig, 'cause I'll arrest the beat I told y'all niggas to invest with me, don't mess with me Or find out who the best, you see? Back in the day, I know what the recipe is Listened to Jay but I felt like a lesser being Had the blueprint, ain't wanted to do it brick by brick Grew up in Zurich, don't wanna tell mama I hit a lick Drama, I'm sick of it, but they told me I'm built for this What's with this wickedness, they too cold, they would kill for it For the fame that's ridiculous, for the greatest epiphanies Always play with intricacies, in the game, that's delicacies Whoa We way too quick with it hold on Know how we stick with it, so long Eager to go on, lethal procedures, as we put a show on Reaper on stage as we kill 'em with no gun Pull out the reefer get ready to roll one Call me the chief, competition? There's no one In the far east, they treat me like a Shogun Second to no one, ay Pull out the reefer get ready to roll one Call me the chief, competition? There's no one In the far east, they treat me like a Shogun Second to no one, ay Can this dick fit in your mouth, index finger out hand is well-endowed Want at least six figures now, gold piece in my mouth Your mood getting sour Start a mosh pit in the crowd, screams be getting loud Earthquake shake the ground We the best thing from our town, names be in your mouths Look who snatched the crown Can this dick fit in your mouth, index finger out hand is well-endowed Want at least six figures now, gold piece in my mouth Your mood getting sour Start a mosh pit in the crowd, screams be getting loud Earthquake shake the ground We best thing from our town, names be in your mouths Look who snatched the crown, wake these dreamers now
Writer(s): Kenneth T Wiggins Jr., Nick Bignall, Omid Salamat Sharif, Sandro Meier Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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