Wake me from my dream again Same one that it's always been I hope it's the real you Sugar dripping from your skin Lord I need some insulin I hope its the real you I don't miss when I take my shot Ego be a bitch Ain't give a fuck what you think I'm on Since I was a kid I think I'm awesome we been on this I pose for August let's be honest We need to call this because we on this I been flawless with the flows Red light green light going with it So conflicted When I hit a nigga in the solar plexus I always thought it was too rude to do it to em But lately I been stuck in a ew mood with few rules A new groove Why ain't you dancing to your own drum If I didn't know mine I'd be throwing fucking tantrums Like Dan let go of Brandon with the man bun The white boys are getting scared And brandishing their handguns What Well versed in never giving a fuck So what I'll get a hearse to put your ass in the trunk Know what Maybe I'm getting too hot in the cut And I need to cool off Or they gon kick me out of this club Enough With the bullshit Smell it in all your cooking When you open your mouth A nigga just get a full whiff Take a page out my book and Quit with the ugly looking Your mean mugging don't mean nothin To me I be crooked