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chris kept - what you think? lyrics

[intro:]
rose bud

[first verse:]
spent the last five years with crumbled up papers
no idea how ima make it, sh_t i’ll get to that later
f_ck a savior, this from labor i’ve put in since there was nothing to savor
tell my cypher “come on homies, know we major!”
don’t be giving me no attitude, i’ll throw that sh_t right back at you
i’ll take podium number one just so you can give my ass a view
i ain’t frontin’ the corruption, b_tch i’ve dealt drugs at catholic school
ask the moon i’ll put you up high, yeah that’s what status do
perfect circle, can’t come in mine
we already started the party, еver played a game of lifе?
it go on everyday and night
don’t think my momma raised me right
but if i tried, think i could probably f_cking teach planes to fly, (planes to fly)
amazin’ minds as i race with the time to tell em… what?
whatever’s on mind, from feeling less to love
or even saying “yes” to drugs
or even how that pretty lady left me struck
f_cked up and, out of my mind
but i ain’t tryna up and traumatize ya
that’s why i got my homies, if need be i call elijah
hit the court and ball till times up, then we smoke until our eyes shut
going back n’ forth about what he and i want when this dream is real
[chorus:]
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think?
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think? (woo)
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think? (aw yeah)
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think?

[second verse:]
yes, no…
maybe, i don’t know, can you repeat the question?
i’m busy stuck in middle that’s why i pass you notes
like where’d the action go? grew up started ashin’ bowls and blamed it on genetics (how poetic)
now my feet are off the ground to look around for where my head is
tryna get my ass up out bed before i miss another breakfast
long way since my exit from texas, now these b_tches breathless every time my pen tip form a sentence
told my momma that i’d touch the sky, and that i’d meet her there
so to the evil in my cerebral; don’t even dare
i don’t need to end up splattered on the ground because of little things i held on to when they just held me down, (down)

[pre_chorus:]
when they just held me down
yeah, when they just held me down (down)
to every single b_tch who ever doubted, check me now
there’s a lot more to this life that i’ve been tryna figure out like
[chorus:]
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think?
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think? (woo)
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think? (aw yeah)
could this dream be real? (dream be real?)
could this dream be real, what do you think?

[outro:]
“get on, you know what’s i’m saying
no no, yeah, no
i can’t do this, it’s so hard that it’s moving solos
tap your foot, cause it’s just; bum, bum bum bum
cale is your fingering game bad? (no)
then, then it should be easy
dude mine is, but cause my fingers are so small, look at that sh_t
dude it’s impossible to play instruments
actually?
yes, well my fingers are, i can_ i can manage because determination n’ sh_t
(h_llo, hi) yo
wait… do y’all have the cat? (hahaha)
huh?
do y’all have he cat?
yeah
it’s so fluffy, (it’s so fluffy) what’s its name?
(poe, poe) poe? ok, thank you”

- chris kept

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