Dream

[Chorus]
'Cause you tend to see things
You don’t wanna see
Baby, it’s a dream, take it how you wanna
It ain’t what it seems
And I knew from way back
Just how things would be
'Cause I got a dream, and I got a dollar
I’m 'bout to make a scene

[Verse 1]
Instead of always dwellin' on the negative
I had a dream, shoulda been the one to help me fall asleep like a sedative
Sayin’ fuck whoever is tryna come between us
Now, I’m writin' 'bout the scars like Anthony Kiedis
'Cause God ain’t givin' back, the past, you live with that
You had my heart and claimed you was sick of that
Moaned about the future bein' grim, it delivered that
Didn't deliver me, though, now, I’m just kickin' back
And you’re kind of pissed with that, seein' me in the paper
I oughta backhand you [?]
'Cause you never gave a fuck about this shit when I knuckled down
Tryna suss me out, so production thought I was fuckin' round
In more ways than one, up and down like the
NZ dollar, always thinkin' chicks tryna holler
And that I was tryna holler back, so sick of bein'
Accused, so I just did what a lot of these acts should: disappear

[Chorus]
'Cause you tend to see things
You don’t wanna see
Baby, it’s a dream, take it how you wanna
It ain’t what it seems
And I knew from way back
Just how things would be
'Cause I got a dream, and I got a dollar
I’m 'bout to make a scene (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
See, we were just kids playing kicks in the ballpark
We used to argue over who's who when we saw stars
On TV screens like, "I’ll be Jordan, you'll be Pippen"
Snatchin' biscuits out the kitchen, tryna learn the [?] for submission
On your little brother, as years went up in the numbers
We started relatin' less to one another
You can never get enough of the same shit
But can't [?] for no one to know what your name is
I saw a bigger picture, but as big as the frame is
I couldn’t really fit the type of shit you were sayin' in
See, you don’t want to go for yours, bro, that’s your decision, it’s fine
[?] got a kind word 'bout how I’m goin' for mine
That shit was blowin' my mind, you sayin' I was throwin' my time
In the trashcan, Dad, I need a cat scan
To know where my head is at, I think you lost yours, bro
And you can’t get it back, so like a leather strap
You can put it on, carry that to the grave
While I just hit 'em, hit, hit 'em with more of these flames
And, bro, I’m sorry to say I told you so in a song, it’s okay
I still love you, but I’m walkin' away for now

[Chorus]
'Cause you tend to see things
You don’t wanna see
Baby, it’s a dream, take it how you wanna
It ain’t what it seems
And I knew from way back
Just how things would be
'Cause I got a dream, and I got a dollar
I’m 'bout to make a scene