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Lucid Video (MV)




Performed By: Alan Ray
Length: 2:48
Written by: Alan Ray




Alan Ray - Lucid Lyrics




I remember getting faded faded
Just to feel like I made it made it
Dream world always popping poppin
I'd wake up, I'd hate it hate it
Demons surrounding the place
All in my face, all on my case
I'm tryna win, I feel like the Ace
One with spades I feel like the greats yuh
Me I got dreams of Balenciagas sittin in lambos
All from the tracks, my team on my back, I feel like I'm Rambo
This for my niggas still pushing them packs still down at the bando
Say they go hulk on a track, me I be snapping like Thanos
Lil nigga got big dreams been that way now since 16
I'm the nice guy with the rude boys I could kill it tho the 16s
I'm the dope boy, spit snow boy, with the flow boy I could make fiends
I'm from the grissle, I hope they listen, it took my whole life just to make me

Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I dream lucid, yuh
Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I need Lucy, yuh, yuh

I remember staying up late, waking up early for the grind mode
Still up late, waking up early cause I'm always on the grind mode
Money always my mind though, I got hoes in different time zones
Pass them off like I'm Lonzo, balling out like I'm 'bron though
Everybody that hated on us you gone have to watch us make millions now
Couple old girls, they were singer types, and they all up in they feelings now
I can't really kick it now, I'm just always on the move girl
Different state, different place, yuh, different song, different groove girl
I ain't no rolling stone, but I'll roll the herb, if the shit is loud
I don't pick up numbers I don't know, put on vibrate when I'm in the clouds
Man I roll around like I run the town, heard about me? I'm the cash cow
Call me Midas when I go gold, King Alan when I plat out
MVP on these MP3s so they envy me from they jealousy
And they hate the flames, but I swear it's cool
'Cause it's like they pouring on kerosine
So step out the way
I'mma have to go burn down the place
I'mma have to go and show em new ways
I'mma have to go and turn up and say
Look bruh I'm

Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I dream lucid, yuh
Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I need Lucy, yuh, yuh
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I remember getting faded faded
Just to feel like I made it made it
Dream world always popping poppin
I'd wake up, I'd hate it hate it
Demons surrounding the place
All in my face, all on my case
I'm tryna win, I feel like the Ace
One with spades I feel like the greats yuh
Me I got dreams of Balenciagas sittin in lambos
All from the tracks, my team on my back, I feel like I'm Rambo
This for my niggas still pushing them packs still down at the bando
Say they go hulk on a track, me I be snapping like Thanos
Lil nigga got big dreams been that way now since 16
I'm the nice guy with the rude boys I could kill it tho the 16s
I'm the dope boy, spit snow boy, with the flow boy I could make fiends
I'm from the grissle, I hope they listen, it took my whole life just to make me

Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I dream lucid, yuh
Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I need Lucy, yuh, yuh

I remember staying up late, waking up early for the grind mode
Still up late, waking up early cause I'm always on the grind mode
Money always my mind though, I got hoes in different time zones
Pass them off like I'm Lonzo, balling out like I'm 'bron though
Everybody that hated on us you gone have to watch us make millions now
Couple old girls, they were singer types, and they all up in they feelings now
I can't really kick it now, I'm just always on the move girl
Different state, different place, yuh, different song, different groove girl
I ain't no rolling stone, but I'll roll the herb, if the shit is loud
I don't pick up numbers I don't know, put on vibrate when I'm in the clouds
Man I roll around like I run the town, heard about me? I'm the cash cow
Call me Midas when I go gold, King Alan when I plat out
MVP on these MP3s so they envy me from they jealousy
And they hate the flames, but I swear it's cool
'Cause it's like they pouring on kerosine
So step out the way
I'mma have to go burn down the place
I'mma have to go and show em new ways
I'mma have to go and turn up and say
Look bruh I'm

Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I dream lucid, yuh
Too sick, Too sick, yuh
I need Lucy, yuh, yuh
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Writer: Alan Ray
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