Dreams (feat. Slim Buck) Video (MV)

All my life I hurt everyone I loved
In exchange for some drugs
And to hang with my thugs
And I would go to the mall
And just stare through the glass
All my dreams went sour
And all my blunts turned ash
I know I got these little problems
I know you're probably sick of hearing
Everybody all up sick
And my momma got a hearing
She gon' go away for a while
I'ma try to fake my smile
But these old hoes and they new clothes
And they do the same for a while
Hotels on hotels
Been drunk for four days straight
Just seen my ex
She don't like the way I'm losing weight
I ain't seen my pops
But somehow I feel the weight
And I ain't been myself
But somehow I'm feeling great
When I'm all alone by myself
With a blunt of weed and a sour face
Yes I love you, but I can't stay
You ask why, but I can't say

I ate first
Momma didn't
Uncle dealing
Catchin heat
Running from the feds
Red dot on his head
That's the past
Homeboy grew up like that
I didn't get my own choice
Except don't turn into that
Told me all of my boys
That's a story about when I young
I was going down a path that was wrong
I had to shape my mind all on my own
Daddy helped me his influence was strong
I have seen some things I shouldn't
Rolling with the boys in hoodies
On the corner waiting for goodies
Black car roll up flashed an uzi

Transaction complete
Back to the trap
Light up the reef
"Where you at?"
Text from my dad
Had to run back
That or get beat
Later that evening
I heard homie got caught speeding
He had some stuff in the trunk
Didn't give the cop a reason
Off to jail to for a good time
Shortly after we moved
Now I'm here in Texas
Starting off brand new
These are just dreams of an old past
An old past of a young boy
Been four years that he's been clean
Nothing gonna steal that joy

This is not a dream
This is not a dream
This is not a dream
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