Chasin' my dreams (yeah I like that)
Rips in my jeans (yeah I like that)
No money (yeah I like that)
Keeps me thirsty (yeah I like that)
Wake up and hustlin' (yeah I like that)
Flex on the prestige (yeah I like that)
Work out who's my friends (yeah I like that)
It works out in the end (yeah I like that)
Chasin' my dreams (yeah I like that)
Rips in my jeans (yeah I like that)
No money (yeah I like that)
It keeps me thirsty (yeah I like that)
Wake up and hustlin' (yeah I like that)
I flex on the prestige (yeah I like that)
Work out who's my friends (yeah I like that)
And work out in the end (yeah I like that)
Everybody, here's my feelings
I hope you ready cos this shit's revealing
And I'm reeling in the negative
I'm drunk and thinking 'bout my deadbeat dad
And all of the stupid shit that I missed when I was sad
Yeah i know that
And I learnt how to not look poor
But not how to make money
Stupid shit yeah I did it
Hurt bones and I hurt so many feelings
Still feel like no one needed me
I sat back and watched all these people I was believing in
Level up like I'm stuck here
I'm not just some friend for you to go to A to B
Not just a fuck for you to get off so you can feel free
Chasin' my dreams (yeah I like that)
Rips in my jeans (yeah I like that)
No money (yeah I like that)
Keeps me thirsty (yeah I like that)
Wake up and hustle (yeah I like that)
Flex on the prestige (yeah I like that)
Work out who's my friends (yeah I like that)
It works out in the end (yeah I like that)
Chasin' my dreams (yeah I like that)
Rips in my jeans (yeah I like that)
No money (yeah I like that)
It keeps me thirsty (yeah I like that)
Wake up and hustle (yeah I like that)
I flex on the prestige (yeah I like that)
And work out who's my friends (yeah I like that)
It works out in the end (yeah I like that)
Pockets full of lint and air
Barely care 'cos I'm used to my cupboards bare
Old Mother Hubbard style
No coins clinking for a while
It's all good
Thrifty bitch with some nifty style
Post FESTA-SESTA
How has it left ya?
Got me bereft, creepin'
Creepin' like Uncle Fester
This shit ain't funny
Got no smile for no jester
Plunged into stress
But my fine ass got heft hair
Begging Ancestors
Manifest doll hairs
Come at me bro
I'm ready now for my blessed years
Got rips in my jeans but not in my dreams
Paid for one, two for free
Split at the seams
Got rips in my jeans, not in my dreams
Paid for one, two for free
Split at the seams
My dreams
My dreams
My dreams
And I wake up, I see these cracks
I glue 'em right back
I wake up, I see these cracks
I like it like that
I wake up, I see these cracks
I glue 'em right back
I wake up, I see these cracks
I like it like that
I like it like that
I like it like that
I like it like that
Wake up
I like it like that