Intro

Dreaming, by Charles Bukwoski, I live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark, dreaming of crowds

[Verse]

Cannot go back to the old me, I rock flows

Facts! With a totally blessed appeal, aura?

A lot of soul, half of the whole me

A pot of gold raps and a trophy

Home bringing mentality, known grown

Draft of the 03

5 squad hats for the OGz

Tipped in respect

Bro pack flows, snap for the whole week

Go-Go gadget the flow

Peep, I’m in my zone

Pen? Bro bro grab it his soul speaks

Old old habit of cold feet

Getting in the way of him shining got me packing

The whole heat, like don’t go imagine us close please

Nah man, I’m so so nothing like those peeps

My flow so something to hold deep

Real talk, I’m also loving my whole steeze

I’m Loso, plugging his old squeeze

I know what you like mah

My cold quotes rugged and both sweet

Whole throat covered in gold speech

Nothing but jewels holmes

I go 0-100 in no time

Your whole hopes hung on a cosign, not me

I’m young Mike, swing and it land hard

I’m dumb nice, king of the vanguards

And still dreaming, if the drums right, bring em and stand far

My tongue might fling em a damn bar that tears em apart holmes