Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming I'm tryna find the ceiling I tried to fake it but I'm reeling 'Cause I'm cold
I am more than my illness And all the weakness I deal with And all these physician visits And brand new prescription pills that probably really ain't even doing nothing and if it is, I still can't feel it I am more than my disappointment when they say they don't know how to fix it Most folk can't tell it's broke Tryna be real 'bout my feelings, bro While holding out, hoping for healing though From thе holy one, can I cope? I been in the pit, and whеn it gets deep I weep, then I repeat Tryna go get it but still in my seat Should I just retreat? I'm more than my failures If broken dreams is how the movie ends, then my low hopes is that trailer Might go berserk, nothing ever works and it's dark but what can I tell ya? Falling's way too familiar What can I say? I talk to myself like, "Bro, you remember them days when we was dreaming? "
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
How can I be a visionary when daily I walk through cemeteries? Full of dead hopes, man, this is scary To see my ambitions buried I had to live to witness the way that pain don't leave you the same, huh Look at my past again, I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends and the "My bads" Here we go again And I'm like when will it ever end? (Ayy) I'm more than the misunderstandings And the way that I look from their vantage I know it but can I be candid? It's hard to remember when It feel like my best just ain't good enough I take my best shots and put 'em up Reality break in and call my bluff Then it takes all my stuff It don't define me, it feel like it do And I know it's a lie, but it feel like its true But I need his eyes to get in my view 'cause all I can see is blue
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling I'm so broken, what's the meaning? I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming I'm tryna find the ceiling I tried to fake it but I'm reeling Yes, I'm cold (That's where I'm at, man)
And what should a dreamer do? When you shoot for the stars but can't see the roof When your body just won't let you see it through When you just can't see what they see in you Between me and you, I ain't know if I'd ever make music again I look at old vids, is that even you? I heard what I said, is that even true? Honestly, I don't know how to be For so long I would set out on sights that he'd help me to see There's a mess at my feet Am I trying too hard to steer, when it's clear? That my body ain't been working right for like fifteen years I think, but why keep count? I dream of what to try next, and I write checks but they keep bouncing Speed bumps turn into steep mountains Sometimes I, envy my friends I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them They ask me, where I been? I been tryna learn to dream again I can't act like my dreams compete with him 'Cause what good is a dream, if it don't submit to the king? It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing
Dreaming
Compositores: William Lee Barefield (Trip Lee), Anthony Cruz, Emmanuel Lorenzo Gaya Gran ECAD: Obra #41842735