(feat. Eligh, The Grouch) [Intro: talking] Hey John, I'm glad you came Uh, listen, um, your CDs aren't selling too well And uh, we need you to start actually rapping (okay) Because we signed you as a rapper We gave you the money (yeah whatever, I'm seriously gonna get those sales) I don't care, we need you to rap [Pigeon John] Well I'm trying not to sing, the same old song But it's the same old people that all wanna sing along, right? Now open the doors, open the blinds, let in the sunshine Find a place to rest, deep in their minds Cause times are changing But really not, it's just the same old plot It's just rearranging Strange days and strange rays invading Like Red Dawn, but I'm Judd Nelson invading And to the worse See, I don't need a trade and All of the stress, and the excess is jading My heart, so I have to get a jump start So I can really impact the hood, who'd want that? Now homies keep their hands up But when they face inner mouths They gone stand up, and that's real [Chorus] We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more (no matter what is a hit, we up on it) We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more (no matter what is a hit, we stand on it) [Eligh] Wake up in the morning, and it's the same old song Trying reinvent, reconstruct, reconnect, with what's gone In the wind, and my palm, is a pen And a song, in my head which goes "Everyone is listening, but nobody knows" The pain, insane game, keeps push, war games, war paint Underground, available comment is vomit, on the parcel and rim Commentary, your body buried, unnecessary Won't function in a dream In between the seems, in between my jeans, and my skin lined with jeans Type a novel in between the lines, for the fiends Rhyme for the teens, with a fine taste indeed Spread your seeds in a grassed out world, with a cashed out flow Probably will need a plow, to deduct my style Talk a fowl to the waste band, in case I have to take fans Hostaging the wasteland, constantly deface man I feel the same [Chorus] (Woke up too late) [x4] [Grouch] So what if I live in a dream, I'd be doin my thang thang I wanna sing and continue to slang slang Head on the desk, cause I'm tired But in my world, I don't rest, I just go get I get up, I get out, I get something I spit at you, sit up, that's my function I walked in the bar half a man strong And after I'm gone, I know for song, there'll be armies But not like Sam's who make harmony For every picture we take, there's none on our knees I dream of quantities larger than life And I ain't never sold nothing larger in life [Chorus] Hey man, stay up out of mine Don't be hovering over my shoulder, trying to tell me what to do I got my own thing fool, you can't wake me
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(feat. Eligh, The Grouch) [Intro: talking] Hey John, I'm glad you came Uh, listen, um, your CDs aren't selling too well And uh, we need you to start actually rapping (okay) Because we signed you as a rapper We gave you the money (yeah whatever, I'm seriously gonna get those sales) I don't care, we need you to rap [Pigeon John] Well I'm trying not to sing, the same old song But it's the same old people that all wanna sing along, right? Now open the doors, open the blinds, let in the sunshine Find a place to rest, deep in their minds Cause times are changing But really not, it's just the same old plot It's just rearranging Strange days and strange rays invading Like Red Dawn, but I'm Judd Nelson invading And to the worse See, I don't need a trade and All of the stress, and the excess is jading My heart, so I have to get a jump start So I can really impact the hood, who'd want that? Now homies keep their hands up But when they face inner mouths They gone stand up, and that's real [Chorus] We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more (no matter what is a hit, we up on it) We all live in a dream, and we don't wanna wake up no more (no matter what is a hit, we stand on it) [Eligh] Wake up in the morning, and it's the same old song Trying reinvent, reconstruct, reconnect, with what's gone In the wind, and my palm, is a pen And a song, in my head which goes "Everyone is listening, but nobody knows" The pain, insane game, keeps push, war games, war paint Underground, available comment is vomit, on the parcel and rim Commentary, your body buried, unnecessary Won't function in a dream In between the seems, in between my jeans, and my skin lined with jeans Type a novel in between the lines, for the fiends Rhyme for the teens, with a fine taste indeed Spread your seeds in a grassed out world, with a cashed out flow Probably will need a plow, to deduct my style Talk a fowl to the waste band, in case I have to take fans Hostaging the wasteland, constantly deface man I feel the same [Chorus] (Woke up too late) [x4] [Grouch] So what if I live in a dream, I'd be doin my thang thang I wanna sing and continue to slang slang Head on the desk, cause I'm tired But in my world, I don't rest, I just go get I get up, I get out, I get something I spit at you, sit up, that's my function I walked in the bar half a man strong And after I'm gone, I know for song, there'll be armies But not like Sam's who make harmony For every picture we take, there's none on our knees I dream of quantities larger than life And I ain't never sold nothing larger in life [Chorus] Hey man, stay up out of mine Don't be hovering over my shoulder, trying to tell me what to do I got my own thing fool, you can't wake me
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