You're Still Dreaming - Kevin Flum

I came to fuck shit up

And this ain’t working out, I had enough sit ups

And I ain’t one to talk shit but I don’t like you rappers

Putting out cold shit just to ice you faster

Why don’t you just take a listen and stop talking

My whip cleaner than your house when the cops knocking

When my CD hit the stores its like a bomb dropping

And you know I stay high like LeBron hopping

Check

And I ain’t even tripping about my ex

Yesterday she hit me up and asked about my checks

I’m like why the fuck you even poking out your neck?

Without me you are just kinda sorta looking like a mess

Man

I was out in Cali chillin' smoking on the best

Keeping up with me you probably running outta breath

Game is full of cheaters and we running outta Ref’s

Yeah they running outta moves, yeah they running outta steps

Man, its all good

I was in the bay bumping G-Eazy (yeh)

Ain’t nobody in the world say it’d be easy

I got a crazy ass imagination plus I got an ass of patience

I’ma chase the paper I don’t need TV

You gonna see me on Cribs one day

I’ma own my own biz one day

I don’t even really care bout what a bitch gonna say

You know why cause a bitch don’t pay

That’s it

You’re still dreaming

Wake up

You’re still dreaming

Wake up

I don’t even need to explain

Facing joints is the way I be relieving the pain

And all these bitches wanna talk now

A year ago when I flew into the DM’s

Man i remember getting shot down

I might write her back anyway

'Cause now I know that i could really hit it any day

Man these bitches like to sell it like its Billy Mays

And when i hit it she gonna probably make a silly face

Like ooh

Baby, take your time

Feeling like I gotta go ahead thank your mom

'Cause that ass is a master piece

I’d like a night with it in a master suite

That ass so nice that I had to tweet

Then I read it over dog I had to delete

Girl from overseas made her bow to the sensei

Hit it out the park like I’m coming from Fenway

Slow it down

I ain’t ever gonna stop

I’ve had visions of the yachts

Come and get it while its hot

Fuck it man imma stay hot

I’mm hop up in the plane, the pilots gonna know my name

I’m lit with my crew we probably spraying champagne on your main man

Who could you blame

You’re still dreaming

Wake the fuck up

You’re still dreaming

Wake the fuck up