H T C Dream Message

Meus olhos já viram céu queimar Já viram inferno gelar Já viu peixe afogar Meus ouvidos já ouviram um som estrondoso de um tissar, Que é parecido um quazar, A diferença e que um tissar estoura sua orelhas. Meu amor, leia essa carta empoeirada Me desculpe não vou voltar tão cedo pra casa, Minha alma foi isolada nessa terra emlamaçada, E as estrelas que brilhavam hoje está salistrada. Amor estou preste a mês transformar em fantasma, E vagar por cinsas dessas casas didiadas, Pelas chamas pelo ódio pelo falso amor pela pátria pela raiva pelo Gosto de de ver órgãos é calçadas. (Perdoe eu só queria uma vida boa para nós, Me perdoe eu só queria uma vida boa para nós Me perdoe eu só queria uma vida boa para nós Me perdoe eu só queria uma vida boa para, nós) As conções tem aqui são diferentes Anjos e arcanjos viram as costas pra gente camicases sobrepõe em Cima da gente nuvens trazendo chuvas de fogos que formam enchentes As conções tem aqui são diferentes Anjos e arcanjos viram as costas pra gente camicases sobrepõe em Cima da gente nuvens trazendo chuvas de fogos que formam enchentes (As conções tem aqui são diferentes Anjos e arcanjos viram as costas pra gente camicases sobrepõe em Cima da gente nuvens trazendo chuvas de fogos que formam enchentes)

It ain't nothin' I want more Ain't nothin' I want more I ain't c-, I told you when I first came here I said, "I ain't come here to waste my time" I came here They gave us a chance to get in like we asked for And that's, that's what we here to do (yeah, n-, 26) The job still ain't done (straight up) But I, I said, "You, you know what I'm here for" Back on top, punchin' the clock, clutchin' sanity I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity Pro-profound, we propagating more profanity Paid off collections from recollections of calamity The shit pop off, I learned to duck under the canopy 'Til it cool off, they murked a n- right in front of me Told him to come off his chain for tryna floss Died over a cross just like the start of Christianity When I was a boy, the teacher often reprimanded me (Jermaine) Thought it was toys, it was a Glock this n- handed me I busted the trees, was barely strong enough to squeeze Bullets traveled through leaves, it probably k- somebody randomly Ran in the crib and played it off amongst the family Nightmare scenes, the police finally apprehended me Woke up screamin', seen a demon had his hand on me Still sport the scar on my arm from where he branded me Like a Que Dog, my n- burnin' with the mute off Loud pack smoke through the cracks, I catch a contact Triggerin' a paranoid mindset, now I'm back Teeterin' between enlightened and insanity Now that I'm rich, I feel nobody understandin' me All I can do is cut the mic on, holler at you Can't let the fame scare me off from speaking candidly All them n- is so Kane, they started singin' like Danity Now I'm left here, paid like I planned to be, damn A lot of times, those situations are, um, are handled way before the time comes In the summer, I think when you truly prepare yourself, and With training and conditioning, and things like that When you cheat yourself, you fail in those moments You know, you crash, and when you really put the time in and Whether people see it, or whether people know it or not You know, it always come to light

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? Which is more important? Getting or letting go? You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red For my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out-) Yeah To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls More death than World War II caused Around these parts, we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than Cole Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya Bass masters, look how they tote a pole Gotta know the ropes and the protocol Or they gon' for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes", and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure Well, you know what Cole do, make a diamond, they just rhymin' Me, I'm quotin' gold One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T. Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a fuckin' three piece sofa I'm known as the chosen one Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (Yeah) Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Survival at all costs, everyday niggas get logged off Bodies get hauled off Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost I brought him 'round close to me before but he Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me Like on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to be I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt Like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see" Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me Was screamin' that, some niggas you gotta leave 'em back Unfortunately we seen the trap Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'? Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' it Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb I'm here tryna find the derivative You niggas don't feel me, you see the clout You don't see the real me If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me That's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga I'm back outside I'm back outside Bitch, I'm back outside Everybody mentions suicide prevention Man, they even made a hotline To call up when there's tension But I got a question What about a fuckin' homicide? Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous? Which is more important? Getting or letting go? You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) You can do anything, anything you can do (You can do anything) Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red For my nigga found dead too soon (Bitch, I'm back out-) Yeah To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points My niggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls More death than World War II caused Around these parts, we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin' I ain't been asleep yet, it's ten in the mornin' I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I'm startin' to see you niggas don't want it I'm sick of this flauntin', from niggas I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than Cole Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya Bass masters, look how they tote a pole Gotta know the ropes and the protocol Or they gon' for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code Made a lil' tune called "Foldin Clothes", and a nigga still ain't known to fold under pressure Well, you know what Cole do, make a diamond, they just rhymin' Me, I'm quotin' gold One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T. Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a fuckin' three piece sofa I'm known as the chosen one Another dead body lay frozen, that's how it go sometimes When niggas weighin' coke and not the pros and cons Well, I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful (Yeah) Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Survival at all costs, everyday niggas get logged off Bodies get hauled off Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car, I thought At times, it be feelin' the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost? Just got off the phone with my nigga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost I brought him 'round close to me before but he Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me Like on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to be I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt Like lettin' a nigga come sleep on your couch and he eatin' up all yo' groceries My nigga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency Said, "Most of these niggas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see" Shit, I heeded that, and what got showed to me Was screamin' that, some niggas you gotta leave 'em back Unfortunately we seen the trap Niggas be on that demon clock resultantly They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin' I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my niggas is dimin' and nickelin'? Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' it Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb I'm here tryna find the derivative You niggas don't feel me, you see the clout You don't see the real me If I was sick, you niggas wouldn't heal me That's why I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth A nigga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me Everything come back around full circle Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful? Everybody gotta cry once in a while But how long will it take 'fore you smile? This is that come back to life shit My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up As if the sun had the night shift And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah) Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga I'm back outside I'm back outside Bitch, I'm back outside Everybody mentions suicide prevention Man, they even made a hotline To call up when there's tension But I got a question What about a fuckin' homicide? Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved Need a number for my niggas to call Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

When I was but a youngster Christmas meant one thing That I'd be getting lots of toys that day I learned a whole lot different When mother sat me down And taught me to spell 'Christmas' this way C is for the Christ child, born upon this day H for herald angels in the night R means our Redeemer I means Israel S is for the star that shone so bright T is for three wise men, they who travelled far M is for the manger where He lay A's for all He stands for 'S' means shepard's came And that's why there's a Christmas Day! And that's why there's a Christmas Day!