Broken Dreams - Tsu Surf, Ab-Soul, Fred Da Godson

Broken dreams lost in the night

Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again

If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'

Die tryin'

This Long Term shit real, check my motherfuckin' résumé

While they was gettin' fly, I was tryin' to levitate

Dabble through my catalogue, and after all you better say

I done keep it funky from the jump, but it doesn’t stank

And that might not register with he or her

Who doesn’t think, who doesn’t think he hasn’t earned

His spot in history without a body burned

It’s not that I’m an alchemist but I can turn

Any metal into gold, nothin' into somethin'

And when it feels like hell, I know that Heaven’s close

And it ain’t up for debate so change the subject

Sometimes I feel more awake with my eyes closed

Broken dreams lost in the night

Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again

If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'

Die tryin'

Everybody needs somethin'

They see my show and it’s sold out

Wrists rocky, so the money I still loan out

Niggas buggin' out, need an exterminator

I leave your body covered in chrome: the Terminator

I’ll change a hater’s concerns to be concerned with paper

Then he’ll produce like Erick Sermon, hear the sermon later

For now, I read they comments, I browse

Supreme, I’m on my taxes, I’m raisin' they eyebrows

You might be jumpin' out the window: Ron Browz

Comin' at me simple with my style, nah

Broken dreams led to fixed realities

I was trained like the Santa Fe, fatality, God

Broken dreams lost in the night

Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again

If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'

Die tryin'

I’m lost dreamin', the walls screamin', see y’all demons

Room spinnin' in hell and sin, what y’all breathin'?

Precautious paranoia keep me boxed in

And I ain’t lock a soul out, I got locked in

Blunt of loud to make light of my current fame

Current game, trio trippin' me Molly in this current day

Overseas women, I’m sinnin', but that’s a current change

Still got a shot: Steve Kerr at range

No bullshit, you a victim at this current range

Wonder when I thrashed the concept that I was insane

Or that them and I was the same

Block full of candles

Seen what’s-his-names turn to «what's his name?»

Closet full of problems that’s irrelevant by every bid

Layin' next to the skeletons in the evidence

Closet full of problems that’s irrelevant by every bid

Layin' next to the skeletons in the evidence

Broken dreams lost in the night

Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again

If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin'

Die tryin'