Slow.v / Retrospect
Slow.v / Retrospect - Dream Catcher songtekst
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Yeah Retro, man I'm tired of all these people you know Just following someone else's dream Because they too scared to live they own dream Blending in with the crowd, trying to do whatever they do That's why I'm sending this one right here To all you dream catchers out there [Verse 1: Slow V] Who would of thought a dream be consequential Nowadays they convince you, its essential to ride off in the continental Cover your bicuspids, shining wit your dentals They thinking 24's the only way these girls a show they dimples We living in the mental, losing the principal Not every nigga who picks up the pencil kills the instrumental And these the type of dudes you don't want to spit after Good actors, intercept your message like a dispatcher Spit back at you the same shit that you wrote Too chicken to live their own lives, in spite, the cut your throat I knew a kid, brilliant, Julian, but a chameleon Absorb his atmosphere like a predator on the killing A new boy on the block steady dealing, trying to fit in Had a 3.0, but dropped it once he started dealing ha O.G.-ing plus he Emcee-ing, did a concert and got bucked but some niggaz he feeding Had a scholarship to play ball, but left it for his dawgs And those were the same niggaz who wanted to see him fall Now his body lying, witnesses viewing the crime and His mother crying, like sirens just looking at her diamond [Chorus:] Simon says to do what you want Do what you feel any thing that's real Simon says to put your mind at work Quit imitating start instating what you like at first Simon says to be the first, don't copy the work Satisfaction is a burst of fluid quenching your thirst Be the first to be dead, fuck your dreams do what the last man did But I ain't say Simon says [Verse 2: Retrospect] Yeah, I feel you Slow [spoken] Her name is Stacy, a young woman caught up in the web She's in the "hot" blonde trend with a lot of model friends She can't even spell, spends her life worried 'bout her belt With no awareness of self, trying to be somebody else She's a follower she can't handle it 'cause life will swallow her The only goal she has is being popular College is out of the question a bulimic model But for now let's call it a vomit investment She's pawning her necklace Stacy is real lost, and she probably won't be found Her friends are telling her she's fat she only weighs 90 ponds So she never eats, and because of that she never sleeps She's a blind girl that sees, catching other people's dreams This type of shit happens often, a person without a goal is with no purpose So worthless, mo' purses, she's living life on a cold surface Her heart's hurting searching for God's purpose She never found it she found it hard to be the best Always worried about her friends so she starved herself to death Don't be a victim of the dream catcher syndrome Live for a reason, stay driven and gain wisdom, word [Chorus]