[Verse 1: Kevin Flum]
I came to f*ck sh*t up
And this ain't working out, I had enough sit ups
And I ain't one to talk sh*t but I don't like you rappers
Putting out cold sh*t just to ice you faster
Why don't you just take a listen and stop talking
My whip cleaner than your house when the cops knocking
When my CD hit the stores its like a bomb dropping
And you know I stay high like LeBron hopping
Check
And I ain't even tripping about my ex
Yesterday she hit me up and asked about my checks
I'm like why the f*ck you even poking out your neck?
Without me you are just kinda sorta looking like a mess
Man
I was out in Cali chillin' smoking on the best
Keeping up with me you probably running outta breath
Game is full of cheaters and we running outta Ref's
Yeah they running outta moves, yeah they running outta steps
Man, its all good
I was in the bay bumping G-Eazy(yeh)
Ain't nobody in the world say it'd be easy
I got a crazy ass imagination plus I got an ass of patience
I'ma chase the paper I don't need TV
You gonna see me on Cribs one day
I'ma own my own biz one day
I don't even really care bout what a b*tch gonna say
You know why cause a b*tch don't pay
That's it
[Hook]
You're still dreaming
Wake up
You're still dreaming
Wake up
[Verse 2: Kevin Flum]
I don't even need to explain
Facing joints is the way I be relieving the pain
And all these b*tches wanna talk now
A year ago when I flew into the DM's
Man i remember getting shot down
I might write her back anyway
'Cause now I know that i could really hit it any day
Man these b*tches like to sell it like its Billy Mays
And when i hit it she gonna probably make a silly face
Like ooh
Baby, take your time
Feeling like I gotta go ahead thank your mom
'Cause that ass is a master piece
I'd like a night with it in a master suite
That ass so nice that I had to tweet
Then I read it over dog I had to delete
Girl from overseas made her bow to the sensei
Hit it out the park like I'm coming from Fenway
Slow it down
I ain't ever gonna stop
I've had visions of the yachts
Come and get it while its hot
f*ck it man imma stay hot
I'mm hop up in the plane, the pilots gonna know my name
I'm lit with my crew we probably spraying champagne on your main man
Who could you blame
[Hook]
You're still dreaming
Wake the f*ck up
You're still dreaming
Wake the f*ck up