[Intro] Dreaming, dreaming Dreaming, dreaming Dreaming, dreaming Dreaming, dreaming [Verse 1] I fell asleep in the studio (whoa) Diamonds and chains and they want my flow Labels keep calling they beg for the show All of the lights in the heavenly row When you keep reaching they calling my name Throw on the chains and the fortune and fame Moving that product I'm deep in the game Everything feeling too good to be tame [Chorus] Too good to be real It don't feel real at all Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming [Verse 2] Walking a mansion on bubbling glass Money in piles it's stacking up fast Contract for run way they slide in the sun Ink look like blood as it drip down the line Bitches all staring they all in a trance Grab on my waist and they pull on my pants Whispers in stereo left and then right Echoes that follow me deep in the night (yeah, huh, wait) I'm moving that weight in the back of the ride Dream feel electric I'm high off the vibe Smoking the air and it twists like a spell Paving this vision it's fresh out of hell Stars start to tune in they thinning the key Voices get deeper they call out for me Skin start to crawl and my chest feel tight Shadows get taller and flicker in light (Go, go, go) [Chorus] I fell asleep in the studio (whoa) Diamonds and chains and they want my flow Crowds in arenas they screaming my name Everything burning in fortune and flame It was so perfect I thought it was fake Gold turn to rust and it start to break [Bridge] Voices get twisted they echo and shake Something ain't right and I'm starting to wake (Start to dream) (Ska!) Sky turn to crimson and start to decay Walls on the building they melt into gray Contracts they blacken they burn in my hand Crawling with demons that plant in the sand Head on a spike and I'm neck in my eyes Picture am building and hell is disguised Statues with holes and they sharpening pace Left in the pit want my legacy fade (Ah, ah, yeah!) [Chorus] All of the visions are bleeding and cold Diamonds are shattering cracking like mold Heaven is slamming like doors in the grave Prophet is gutted it's still in my vein I tried to scream but it come out in hums Bubbles that start at the tray of my lungs War full of demons that deep in my hide Feast on my ego and mount it on pride [Outro] It sets a scream that is sharp and out of control Neck like a priest that is sworn to his soul They want the gold and they crowd on my door Chains around heavy I'm lying alone I fell asleep in the studio I fell asleep in the studio I fell asleep in the studio (Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming)
