Blue Dream - Ese 40'z

Blue Dream

Ese 40'z

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Lyric

Come take a trip through the mind of psycho

Skitzo villainous all my rhymes killing this

Cuz this the way we ride high as fuck on cloud nine

With a little bit I fly but with a lot I lose my mind

Lost into the rhythm now I give um what they seek

Dope lyrics dope music overdosing off the beat

Come fly with me into a place I call my own

Insomniac after hours turning off the phone

Could give a fuck like that because I got it on my own

And if I gotta smoke alone well then I know I'm not alone

Just me and my bitch with the red hair I fix

Too uh little blue dream that I got up in the mix

Because I'm good like that no names and no games

I proceed to break um down and then they burn up in the flames

Yeah the one they call "40'z" dropping lyrics for the smoke

A little blue dream lullaby for everyone uh toke

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream any kind you'd like

In every way I burn it up paper, bong, or pipe

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream every kind you'd smoke

In every way we burn it up now homie that's no joke

Take a ride to the south side and blow another ounce

A homie on the outside in the free I'm losing count

On my streets what you see? Dope fiends dopes sales ho's

Tricking out the block and on the walk it never fails

Po-pos shady faces constant danger hood strapped

Daily drama daily basis man I need a good sack

So I can ease my mind and get lost in a dream

The truth ain't hard to find I'm kind of crossed in between

So come and kick back with your homie on uh rap

"Ese 40'z" click clack make um take a dirt nap

But that's another track cuz this uh mellow type chill

Blaze a muthafucking sack and roll the "Cadillac Deville"

That's how it used to be and sometimes it still is

Like a little piece of then the way we felt when we were kids

How I get it through the music fifty one fifty flow

The clown at midnight hittin green sticky dro

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream any kind you'd like

In every way I burn it up paper, bong, or pipe

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream every kind you'd smoke

In every way we burn it up now homie that's no joke

How it goes with me I'm elevated in the sky

From the depths of the valley till I reach a mile high

It's known I be here and there getting lost

In the snow and in the heat and anything I come across

Nomadic wander through dream tatted I'm the foo

Who be stepping through the zoo decking out in grey and blue

Where they got every type of animal tweaking on mechanical

Known to sit back cock a gat and let the panic grow

I'm used to this from all the shit that I've seen

I light a fat kush blunt and drift into my dream

I can't deny truth it's always more then less

In my everyday life I'm seeing pain and death

So I fly far away I let the music take me

Blunt, bowl, or just a jay I'm going through it lately

"M-O-B" "C.R.E.A.M." paper chase chase the dream

Blue underground indigo basement team

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream any kind you'd like

In every way I burn it up paper, bong, or pipe

I'm wreckin' from the underground now that's my home

Deep down in the underground I'm getting stoned

Blue dream you dream every kind you'd smoke

In every way we burn it up now homie that's no joke

- It's already the end -