October Samuel - Daydreamin' II lyrics

[Verse 1:] Tell me what do you believe Your dreams are no longer lucid, now tell us what you've seen Don't make us send you back in, you better spill the beans Those echoes on the wall, were actually your screams The torturing's preposterous, we never did a thing The journal logs are incomplete, we need to fix the machine There's still a couple tests we need to run on the screen But we need to know exactly, what did you see There's no need to hide the truth, you might as well confess Cause if you lie, we'll have our serpents wrapped around your neck And they promise to extract, the knowledge out your head And s** the oxygen until your running out of breath So as you think about my offer on the table Think cautiously, remember c**aine wasn't able To become as addicting as we thought it could But you'll be one last soul that thought he could [Chorus: x2] Now come on everybody, let's make c**aine cool We need a few more half naked women up in the pool And hold this Mac-10 that's all covered in j**els And can you please put your titties closer to the "22s [Verse 2:] Tell me who should I believe If I confess, can I break away from all of this stress That this concoction quite causes me. It's like a disease I am a fiend, it's my reality. I'm shaking my knees In a search for that powder, that baking couldn't even stretch It's a mess. Some days I freebase in a rest-room Don't have a bed, I can rest on the streets No matter the temperature, that China White gives me heat So as I often release, I daydream quite a lot Reminisce before all of this sh**, I used to box I used to be the next champion, king of the block Now I'm only the next asterisk, fiend for the rock Before I pa** out, I think it's time to give them the truth And if they ask for any evidence, I'll give them the proof That I've corrupted the game and it will never be the same All because of this thing known as c**aine [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3: Ben Tenason] This is a physical metamorphosis of a growing subordinate My matrix made a different playlist, gon' and put your cord in it My raps are like Horton f**ing a Who as I'm recording them I got swords and the fort, all within accord of them I asked the world, aggressively, why you got this hold on me I don't f** a b**h and now I'm the one with the ovaries? I'm a lame because my car ain't got nice upholstery They say we chicken sh**, so we got beef, f** all your poultry What do I got to do to imply that I'm the man I'll run up to the promise land And me and Moses make different poses, post them all on Instagram With two white b**hes, jam to the [?], while smashing Twizzlers from the candy man. Damn! I'm the dark Assa**inhood, darker than Michael Blackson I get rich like Michael Jackson and Moonwalk on all you has-beens I threw trash beside your casket cause I thought it was a trash bin And I'll take your b**h, if she ain't holding dick, she'll hold my cash then [Chorus: x2]