Sir Real J. - Dreams Money Can't Buy lyrics

(District 4) I got a car honey, some fresh start money Take all your thoughts and put them away in a jar honey They light up like fireflies on a summer night Don't let them escape, shut it tight with all your might Yeah, that's what it sounds like in my head But that's not the way she's hearing it in someone else's bed Tells me that we should be friends, we're better off alone instead Stuck behind all of these bars like I got hauled off by the feds Uh, sitting down in the lounge Tryna figure out the words that go perfect with this sound All this sh** is going down One week it's drama next it's karma, the f**ing king gave me his crown At the top is where you wanna be But when you're at the top the only sh** you see is wanna bes And I just wanna go home, to a place that I might wanna be Except I walk around the city streets so somberly I want a condo with a girl in LA We go down to Hawaii to get ourselves “leid” I keep thinking the path I'm taking is the right way But sometimes it's easy to stop the work and just pray Dreams money can't buy Are we drinking a little more you should probably supply Got a family of four you can hardly provide But I get it, ask your dad, you'll get a reply - (Sir Real) Look My ideals haven't serviced me since nursery A person sees me but can't perceive all the uncertainties So deeply immersed in me that even surgery Couldn't get this doubt out without hurting me And even though we're currency, burning we Never seem to come up out of it burden free Where the sermon be? Lights start flashing in emergency But now I just bow my head and wonder where the curtains be And I'm so sick of being sick of things Living in a situation where nobodies listening Missing the distinction between simply giving in And sipping for the pitiful bliss a little liquor brings And only this is when my fickle friends are chipping in Like their new mission is the dividend to take a hit again Kids I called "sibling," Lion- Michigan Just to cut my presence off where the ribbon's been Low hits, go and expose the hatchet to throw it At those I made opponents with my own sh** Supposed to stay focused, toed in by hopeless moments With no quits, when I try to keep my head up, get my throat slit I got some dreams that money excuses And a wallet full of reams, but I rarely use it The fun's ruined, can't jump on a therapeutic- scared we blew it Nothing to do but move moods through the music Yeah, yeah