Brett Michael - Dreams Freestyle lyrics

Dreams; my father had a dream to raise a son that wasn't his, get him out the hood and keep him clean, make him succeed, all he ever wanted to see, me graduating high school and getting that college degree so I starting burning a little, hitting the streets more, starting flowing a little, hitting the beats more, started spitting at shawty, she let me beat me, I'm so fly I just take the mic and let the beat soar, I'm going in raw for fun, something like my dad's dick back in '91, all the flyest gear, she called him Dee Brown cause he was the best slam she'd seen that year but it was clear, her vision, of him getting too wasted and blacking out and ending up in a prison, I give him absolutely no props cause I'm smoking on some blue dream and I'm higher than your tube socks, gripping a 40oz, co*k and squeeze, I let her blow my 22 and we burning blue “dreams,” and we burning blue “dreams,” and we burning blue “dreams,” so I reached out to all of you and I “…”