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william crooks - dreamland كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(i_ i’m built different)
c_ c_ c_ c_ cringe
(i feel the vision)
shut up!

[verse 1]
nightmare, dreamland
single player, i don’t need friends
tuned in, ’bouta see how they season
don’t worry ’bout me, work on y’own sauce they just seasoning
no carhartt, b_tch, i’m not the weeknd
had thinkin ’bout working weekends
i’m in yo i’m not leavin’

d_mn, you don’t like me it’s not worth the mention
i bring a different dimension
weed too strong it gave me dementia
smoke it again i did not learn my lesson
came from the floor now i see it in a dish
you only know how to say if i against it
switched it up before i finish_

[verse 2]
[?] was bigger than me
need a down bad bih’ leave it to mе
look at my hands, read ’em and weep
look at my hands, read ‘еm and weep
i’m crying that’s why i do good
take nights off, i don’t do sug’
everything got me anxiety, new drugs
duck duck when i’m out in public like goosebumps
(pow_ pow_ pow_ pow)

i can’t wait to die in america
i like to wear skirts, that gon’ make me a terrorist
i don’t like guns, gotta keep one, it’s scary huh?
f_ck the book, it don’t mean sh_t i tear it up

sunset, my light’s off
pulled over, cops said my light’s out
sprayed in the face with lysol
pulled off, still drive, my light’s off (fu_)

[bridge]
quickly, quickly (i’m different_ different)
the world’s first crypto trilliona_ (i’m built different)

[verse 3]
this ain’t what you thought it was (who the f_ck it was?)
thought it wasn’t but (psh_) probably was
what it wasn’t what i said it was
could do a hundred more songs and i still can’t say enough
truth is, i’m not really sayin’ sh_t
new drip i got without payin’ for
this ain’t music it’s a picture, i’m painting it
started as bad, you just late to it

pick it up_ pick it up_ pick it up
by the time they catch up, already switched it up
a&rs tryna b_tter me up but i skipped the lunch
slept right through my alarm but i never miss a punch

clipgod in the mix gets [?]
pass the fist it was a stick with no hands
keep this sh_t one_hundred i done p_ssed in my pants
still smoked out, yeah i’m quick with the gram

[outro]
(motherf_ck the police)
(f_ck the police)
(f_ck em)
(fu_)

- william crooks

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