Dreamlife (Producer) - Lookin' Around lyrics

Chorus Stranger, as a newcomer In order my honor Still hyped, no smoke, no ganja One more sinner, you must figure out (Pull out your heart ‘cause you never had any) Put me in the same box Ogle when the beat drops Excuse me, I bother, man imma bit rude Dealing with a good mood Arrogant, I ain't feeling you (Pull out your heart ‘cause you never had any) Verse 1 Needed a break, but I'm still ravenous Imma slow it down ‘cause I'm not pretentious We're getting high, repelling standards Okay I rhyme, now it's getting dangerous On a bench, thinking of the strength of things Wait, I get a pen the story begins I bother, man, Imma bit rude (built for the next fight, a move for a sad plight) Aight ! Nothing but a feeling of a déjà vu Why remaining silent for the good things we do ? Pour out some Schweppes Tonic, it's truth not iconic Old shades, listening to Illmatic Yeah, shooting 3's like Ray Allen Need another Jesus, put away big diamonds It's a call for an overgrown Meet us on the moon, Me and a microphone Verse 2 Fast race, stuck at the fourth place Peacefully seated, asleep nowadays You must admit it, labels trynna mute it My rap is fluent, heated boy, from Lyon Roar like a lion, ‘cause Comments not flattering and so much fuss For such a little thing, no game but so much fun After peace, it's hope that we gonna shun (End of good dreams, d**h of a wise King) What if I drive a Cadillac, hauling a jet-ski (Ah) Lotus on wrist that I bought lately I'm a revenant, who are you sire ? Honesty hurts so we trust the words of a liar Ok we call a truce, but I ain't gonna loose To the heroes that I met, being no longer smooth Push us to be negative, bumped into a grafter But the sun dries sorrows stored up in winter Verse 3 You can feel my heartbeat How can my heart breathe ? I've seen a million stars and still the ocean breeze It's kinda close-minded, I should go overseas Not even co-signed, whenever free to leave Took a look around, dealing with what is real Getting the pieces together I can see clearly (With all obstacles) Trynna be witty like Jimmy (What am I supposed to do ?) There ain't no party with confetti No brushes, no canvas, a painting of colors I see this kid smiling, this goes out to mothers It‘s all on bias, so we gotta achieve The things we dream, so we gotta believe We gonna do more, so they gonna deplore I gon' sail to the south, that's how I explore Strolling alone by the beach, it's life I a**ume For the moment, I work and they force to consume