Still Dreaming

Still dreaming
Still dreaming
Still dreaming
Still dreaming
No reason to still be dreaming
Remember everything they told me
while Im smoking this “rollie”
I kick back and note they tell me cos
they cant really show me
so once again I feel lonely but they cant throw me
if only the pages of my lyric textbook speak for me
a demo gets cut, a record label calls me
they sign me then put the record out
and then they tour me
on stage they applaud me
shorties coming to my dressing room to have an orgy
such a fabulous story
its the life of an MC, successful paid but stressful
no longer have to live the life that the rest do
God bless you, other rappers wanna pester you
the same people who didnt like
you are standing next to you
but beware, fake *****s cut you just like a vegetable
now you rocking hip-hop in heavy metal festivals
is this the life of an unknown artist?
Trying his hardest to reach
the dreams that he started with?
Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life
money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming
of the parties the females,
sign a contract screw the details

your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity
you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming
and it seems like theres no reason to still be dreaming
Studio schedule intense,
making more money than sense
record label put your best joints on the bench
need you more mainstream,
now you second guessing should have kept this as a daydream
plans aint coming together the way the A-Team do
on one side its team record label,
other side is team you
and its not that clear,
none of this is see through
got strangers trying to say the best way to be you
creatively you aint get a look in
and record sales dying so you aint getting bookings
and producers no longer wanna see whats cooking
and no more messages from Tokyo to Brooklyn
the game giving you the cold shoulder
now a little older and refusing to believe that its over
is this the life of an unknown artist?
Trying his hardest to reach the dreams that he started with
Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life
money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming
of the parties the females,
sign a contract screw the details
your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity
you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming
and it seems like theres no reason to still be dreaming
The game , lied its like it blindfolded my eyes
I learnt the hard way and never had a pleasant surprise
so I can hardly recommend the stress and the lies
its too ungodly, whatever made me think Id be fine
bamboozled, this aint what Im used to
now Im like a puppet doing all the things Id normally refuse to
screw loose, people in my ear like Bluetooth
new youth, everybody talking “he the new truth”
sitting on the outside, thinking bout the inside
regular nine to five job, I would have been fine
too late, now I cant be a Marty Mcfly
eighty eight MPH struggling to get by
still rhyme but impossible to have the passion
cos even when you **** it seems they put you out of fashion
is this the life of an unknown artist?
Trying his hardest to reach the dreams that he started with?
Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life
money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming
of the parties the females,
sign a contract screw the details
your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity
you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming
and it seems like theres no reason to still be dreaming