Tremayne - Wishing Well lyrics

[Verse 1: Tremayne] I guess I'm just a sad boy I guess, 'cause it don't make sense to me why I don't motherf**ing feel well My bro just made a motherf**ing meal well I just threw my last quarter in the wishing well You gave up on ya dreams, n***a I wish you well Basic job, basic b**h, basic phone bill See you travel but how far can you get away from home 'fore they tell you gotta f**ing come home bill Come home and pay your basic f**ing phone bill Come home and kiss your basic f**ing wife on the mouth but she was s**ing the neighbors dick while you was gone These the account of ya neighbors, they ain't know you was on They ain't know you was on, they ain't know you was on the break of exploding first she told you she had ya first kid They ain't know you was on They ain't know you was opening for the 6 God, skippin' all ya night shifts They ain't know how much you dry n***a, you dry n***a They ain't know how much you tryin' n***a, you tryin' n***a Don't be a b**h, why you crying, because tonight n***a? I wrote this f**ing song for you, I ain't lie n***a 'Cause I was waitin' in line when tape kid dropped A couple people in front of me but I fear not I been the type of n***a to always stir the f**ing pot Reminiscing while listening to beat rock Tance, Devvie I love you, you n***as left me on my own but I ain't afraid to hold the f**ing heat rock Hot potato n***a, pa** it on Treamyne's the underground king, n***a, pa** it on [Interlude] A lot of people in this world don't have the eyes to see through the fake and the heart to feel through what's real I won't never let a motherf**er tell me how much I deserve Lets go get this paper together Lets go chase our f**ing dreams, my n***as Lets go chase our f**ing dreams. (Haha, WOO!)