Lyrics Kerser – Livin’ In A Dream
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Got what I need by rollin’ weed
I’m a bag of bud, you’re a bowl of seeds
On a plane now lookin’ down on clouds
Where all the people that doubt me now?
Why some fans hate? Don’t understand
That when you’re high and at the top
And come from nothin’ you have to plot
You have to brag cause they all laugh
And you’re on stage and livin’ large
Hope that paints a picture but
You still hatin’, couldn’t give a fuck
Positive vibes, on the beach
With my girl and we outta reach
Haters dead, ain’t allowed to speak
I made it too where we happened to be?
Phew…
Thought I was lost for a bit right there
Lucky I stuck to this shit goddam
Me and my girl got outta there
Rollin’ up that good shit
Mixin’ up that good mix
Money in the bank I’m good bitch
I can see the future it looks sick
Pile up that green
Notes thick and mean
Livin’ in a dream
Came true cause I’m me
Still smokin’ weed on a plane counting cash
Ain’t no time to hate on no one, let me just go get smashed
We all come up from nothin’
Paradise we laughin’
Gold on the neck never tuck it
I made it, I made it
Sittin here all faded
Never be outdated
I’m gonna let the fake hate it
I’m gonna make you chill cunts
It’s kinda like a pill does
I got the gift, you feel buzzed
We smokin’ on them real buds
I fell asleep on my plane ride
Woke up, gotta stay high
Then I gotta hit that stage right
I’m blinded by the stage lights
What a life to live huh?
Ups and downs but I need a
Bit of space, a breather
I don’t wanna leave the game either
I live for rap, no giving back
What I work so hard for picture that
Started with nothin’ but a broken pen
But I made the pen the pen the focus again
Through all the shit, all the drugs
All the hate, all the love
They call us up, better warn the cunts
That I’m staying up the top till’ I’m bored as fuck
Chur…
And we out around, every single state the crowd is out
I got the gift, it’s all the Kers
ABK we rose from the dirt
Pile up that green
Notes thick and mean
Livin’ in a dream
Came true cause I’m me
Still smokin’ weed on a plane counting cash
Ain’t no time to hate on no one, let me just go get smashed
I’m rollin’ with my brothers
We all come up from nothin’
Paradise we laughin’
Gold on the neck never tuck it
I made it, I made it
Sittin here all faded
Never be outdated
I’m gonna let the fake hate it
