Counterfeit Dreams - Ecid

Yeah, I’m an outsider with inside information

Instigating insiders with self detonating doomsday statements

No faith in, predestined product placement

Im the air Jordan of driving with my eyes closed during high speed chases

I got multiple revenue streams like a post-sex piss

These fuckers are road bikes on the railroad, flat broke and impossible to fix

There’s no shame in selling that ass on craig’s list baby, own it

I’m the Larry Bird of shooting myself in the foot with my own dick

Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars

Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar

I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water

I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit

Creepin on a come up with or without Flesh N Bone

My neighbors hot box the stairway so every day’s a stepping stone

Check to check, ounce to ounce, never settle to sell my soul for a dead end loan

I’m the Rocky Balboa of racing grocery carts in heavy snow

Sending the sweetest of nothings with all the dirty words spelled wrong

Shout out to all the beautiful couches and cleavage I fell for and fell on

I never fell off, I just fell hard, cuz I fall fast when all bets off

I’m the OG Kush of rappers getting cloned and still slept on

Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars

Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar

I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water

I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit

If I ever win the lottery I’ll probably destroy the winnings

Just to avoid the fake friends asking me to fund their 15 minutes

BUT FIRST I’d get a life supply of Chinese food and chicken mc’riblits

I’m the offshore bank account of post euphoric guilt trippin

I’m the Tony Montana of bad Spanish accents

I’m the Steve Zissou of doggy paddling through traffic

You’re the mass text of hipster scum I try to ignore

Cuz I’m the Pabst blue ribbon of low standards with high rewards

The social circle jerk makes me wanna puke on YOU and eat the chunks

I’d rather be buried alive in quick sand with nothing but my tongue to dig me up

I go to parties and get drunk with the people I came with

I’m the Wilt Chamberlin of being on a first date and proposing to the waitress

If this rap shit don’t work I’ll be the Netflix of dispensaries

The yoga guru smart enough to put a studio next to a dispensary

I’m the glass breaking slam dunk, using distractions to steal the game

I’m just Jason Ecid representin for people that feel the same

Fuck it all We done it all without a million dollars

Counterfeit your dreams and turn your dreams into a dollar

I don’t wanna be rich I just wanna walk on water

I talk the talk with the best of em but don’t walk the walk cuz I run shit