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Verse 1 The tax of the brackets - the faxes' in the axes - how now Texas- for the lead on the turner- straight on burning them – like paper the slayer - the yelling Bayer - you in the streets - I'm trying fleet – that I don't see and I don't need - for the pass of the yesterday – and the game play- point one let it lay – you can find a better nigga than me any fucking day - and that's ok – the market on the grand larceny – the real niggas role with me – holding your faculty – now you can run from reality – close case bushes- some don't have an understanding what words mean Chorus: I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is turning ugly – judge the books - the dirty look -where you gotta read a book to judge somebody - and fuck them – and don't trust them – judge the books Verse 2: In the new fix - that I could not pertain – you on the undergraduate - trying to get a grab shit – now in my atlas - for the "faggets" - slang in the corner - where people like to judge you by the cove r- and never judge you by a full book – you shook – I hope I look up – they say keep your head up - and fuck your head up - what I said – I remember – crying in the county jail – you bitch ass niggas better bail – with so much pressure on me - fuck a GED - but skip school – now long "lessin's" – holding on to blessings – what with that shit stressing- now on the probation – you singing waiting – now it's getting ugly Chorus: I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is turning ugly – judge the books - the dirty look -where you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them – and don't trust them – judge the books Verse 3: Now that I'm in the reality – of royalty – in the pasture - hoping that I last long you on the danger - in the corner- smoking drugs - and talking on them – in my summer for the mention – of the ghost – you just wrong – not in the dungeon – now that it's bludgeoning – now you can lay down – what's made up – I keep seeing shit – you on some even shit – you gate get at me bitch – not on negative – I got negative pictures - that's not negative- and you can try the shit – the oven in the miss - on the futuristic- and the lodges - and the - Hurst's no remorse's - on the temperature- on the canvass - excuse my manners- now the glamour- wont be their- you care - but – sometimes I'm so fucked up that I don't care. Chorus: I'm in a dream - I cant "reedeam" – every thing is turning ugly – judge the books- the dirty look -where you gotta read book to judge somebody - and fuck them – and don't trust them – judge the books Verse 4: Games ion balcony – the stack on the path of what I used to be- now that I can tell what with the angel – you the start "spranged" up – you got your hands up – you just stupid – but ain't nobody on you - you just fooling – the fool moon – and you watered up –and the longitude- and the respect that you really never even told the dude- and I choose to be – what was missed – now girl give me kiss- stop "judgeing" muthafuckas by the fucking book- now in the ranges- on the strangest- in the mangers- for the verse of life that I'm not thirsty – you can reburse me—now on the picture you just out on the Taliban – and I'm scared to loose my life- I'm prob'ly lying – but something's not right. |