Evidence - Dreams lyrics

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Evidence - Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Fashawn] Trying to see millions in profits And still be philanthropic Drilling a Brazilian, as I chill in the tropics Rockin', like I know Bob Dylan is watchin' Acid tab for Jimi and Janis Joplin Hard to get rid of me I'm like herpes Known to never show the mic mercy I gave them content They wanted controversy Well, here you have it Gladly causing the static Equipped with a big dick Clip for my automatic Since back when gangsters still called guns ratchets I personify a figure you idolize Rimming in all flavors like Häagen-Dazs Beggin' to give me top Never been on a yacht I left from right on the dock f** yourself with a flesh light I'm the reason jaguar made an F-type It's Shawn [Verse 2: Evidence] A different wave on the same boat Did not invent the storm I just wore the biggest rain coat Known to let pain go Known for never same flow I'm solvin' problems I'll send the goons and goblins Never involve a novice Only time will tell Only time a watch Time will clock when confiding to this writer's block Roll out the carpet red Arrive like they knew of us I'm solo in the diamond Driving like there's two of us Cause we ain't peace, don't mean it's war Cause we underground, don't mean we poor I pose a threat to any beat I'm taking serious The words pa**ed the margin, delivered with a period Maybe paranoid, maybe Paris in the staircase Floating on the high-end foreign airspace I lift my mind to a rare place A rare pace between the tortoise and the hare race [Verse 3: Fashawn] Straight up out of the gutter I rose Ducking from po's Chickenheads clucking when they see the duckets I gross I'm rugged Guzzling more Bundle of dro More product in production so the customers know I been pumpin Bare face so you seeing Santiago You can say I run my cartel like El Chapo Don't papi look proper in the three-piece? Stones in my cuff-links, kept the socks knee-length I'm a menace with a ministry Crawl through Venice like a centipede, I did indeed I'm Pistol Pete when a pen in reach It ain't all about the Benjamins, I been a beast Never missing a beat, I'm in it too deep, filthy Grizz is a thief, mission complete, I'm guilty Of stealing the show Realest to blow When I die is the die I'll be done, dealing this dope

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