Still Dreaming

Still dreaming

Still dreaming

Still dreaming

Still dreaming

No reason to still be dreaming

Remember everything they told me

while I'm smoking this “rollie”

I kick back and note they tell me cos

they can't really show me

so once again I feel lonely but they can't throw me

if only the pages of my lyric textbook speak for me

a demo gets cut, a record label calls me

they sign me then put the record out

and then they tour me

on stage they applaud me

shorties coming to my dressing room to have an orgy

such a fabulous story

it's the life of an MC, successful paid but stressful

no longer have to live the life that the rest do

God bless you, other rappers wanna pester you

the same people who didn't like

you are standing next to you

but beware, fake *****'s cut you just like a vegetable

now you rocking hip-hop in heavy metal festivals

is this the life of an unknown artist?

Trying his hardest to reach

the dreams that he started with?

Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life

money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming

of the parties the females,

sign a contract screw the details

your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity

you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming

and it seems like there's no reason to still be dreaming

Studio schedule intense,

making more money than sense

record label put your best joints on the bench

need you more mainstream,

now you second guessing should have kept this as a daydream

plans ain't coming together the way the A-Team do

on one side it's team record label,

other side is team you

and it's not that clear,

none of this is see through

got strangers trying to say the best way to be you

creatively you ain't get a look in

and record sales dying so you ain't getting bookings

and producers no longer wanna see what's cooking

and no more messages from Tokyo to Brooklyn

the game giving you the cold shoulder

now a little older and refusing to believe that it's over

is this the life of an unknown artist?

Trying his hardest to reach the dreams that he started with

Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life

money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming

of the parties the females,

sign a contract screw the details

your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity

you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming

and it seems like there's no reason to still be dreaming

The game, lied it's like it blindfolded my eyes

I learnt the hard way and never had a pleasant surprise

so I can hardly recommend the stress and the lies

it's too ungodly, whatever made me think I'd be fine

bamboozled, this ain't what I'm used to

now I'm like a puppet doing all the things I'd normally refuse to

screw loose, people in my ear like Bluetooth

new youth, everybody talking “he the new truth”

sitting on the outside, thinking bout the inside

regular nine to five job, I would have been fine

too late, now I can't be a Marty Mcfly

eighty eight MPH struggling to get by

still rhyme but impossible to have the passion

cos even when you **** it seems they put you out of fashion

is this the life of an unknown artist?

Trying his hardest to reach the dreams that he started with?

Still dreaming of the record deals, fast life

money stacked up, but it feels like your still dreaming

of the parties the females,

sign a contract screw the details

your still dreaming of the fame and celebrity

you made it to the top so you could never be still dreaming

and it seems like there's no reason to still be dreaming