"Dream Workz" lyrics
You can catch me fishing on the moon at night cause I'm gonna make my dream work
My baby look amazing in her two piece, better wearing nothing but my t-shirt
She's calling me a freak only when I'm in the sheets she don't know it so I teach her
So sweet she complaining that her teeth hurt
Ah shit I just kiss it better we got team work
I'm gonna be the biggest in the world
If you don't believe me turn this off right now and never buy my CD
Show me no respect and never add me to your playlist
As your speaker plays this I'm gonna be the greatest
Suffering in silence that's a daily habit
Hypocritical yute, just know I'm working on it
I tell my girl to never bottle up her problems
My version of its full up to the brim and I'm still hurting from it
From young I've been gifted with words
It might sound weird but I'm so sick that it hurts
How am I suppose to tell my mother with anxiety that I do too without triggering hers
My liver full of liquor that burns
You don't listen to my problems but you'll listen to hers
When it comes to chatting bout real life shit your a dickhead if you think it ain't different for girls
Yutes getting gassed off a large chette
I just grab a pen until my palm sweaty
My hearts heavy
Only drank a half bevvy but I'm feeling low already like the glass empty
All I see is love but it's half envy
And all we see is green but we aren't ready
So I'm linking amber tryna keep the car steady
My eyes are still red from that last seggy
Time to put my foot down like traffic lights
I've got an appitite for magic sights
And my presence is a present so I wrap it tight
Thoughts are brightest when there's a lack of light, a pen is what I grab at night
I'm sipping on spirits and I'm not adding sprite
Micheal Jackson it don't matter if it's black or white
I sit back and write
I'm wide awake until I'm satisfied
Nothings easy in this manic life
It's like I can't wait for heartbreak
Racing to the top but it feels like I'm stuck in last place
If revenge is sweet fam I got a harsh taste
And don't act as if you rate me if you half fake
And if you aren't fake then I'll ask you how my ass tastes
But everyone has hard days
My brain is just working at a fast pace
And I'm just tryna slow it down like a cars brakes
The world's fucked but I didn't get the memo though
I'm not a frigid girl but feels like I would never blow
She calls me James Bay but I let it go
Fam I swear she made my head explode
My baby look amazing in her two piece, better wearing nothing but my t-shirt
She's calling me a freak only when I'm in the sheets she don't know it so I teach her
So sweet she complaining that her teeth hurt
Ah shit I just kiss it better we got team work
I'm gonna be the biggest in the world
If you don't believe me turn this off right now and never buy my CD
Show me no respect and never add me to your playlist
As your speaker plays this I'm gonna be the greatest
Suffering in silence that's a daily habit
Hypocritical yute, just know I'm working on it
I tell my girl to never bottle up her problems
My version of its full up to the brim and I'm still hurting from it
From young I've been gifted with words
It might sound weird but I'm so sick that it hurts
How am I suppose to tell my mother with anxiety that I do too without triggering hers
My liver full of liquor that burns
You don't listen to my problems but you'll listen to hers
When it comes to chatting bout real life shit your a dickhead if you think it ain't different for girls
Yutes getting gassed off a large chette
I just grab a pen until my palm sweaty
My hearts heavy
Only drank a half bevvy but I'm feeling low already like the glass empty
All I see is love but it's half envy
And all we see is green but we aren't ready
So I'm linking amber tryna keep the car steady
My eyes are still red from that last seggy
Time to put my foot down like traffic lights
I've got an appitite for magic sights
And my presence is a present so I wrap it tight
Thoughts are brightest when there's a lack of light, a pen is what I grab at night
I'm sipping on spirits and I'm not adding sprite
Micheal Jackson it don't matter if it's black or white
I sit back and write
I'm wide awake until I'm satisfied
Nothings easy in this manic life
It's like I can't wait for heartbreak
Racing to the top but it feels like I'm stuck in last place
If revenge is sweet fam I got a harsh taste
And don't act as if you rate me if you half fake
And if you aren't fake then I'll ask you how my ass tastes
But everyone has hard days
My brain is just working at a fast pace
And I'm just tryna slow it down like a cars brakes
The world's fucked but I didn't get the memo though
I'm not a frigid girl but feels like I would never blow
She calls me James Bay but I let it go
Fam I swear she made my head explode
Writer(s): James Michael Alfred Songer
