Triple Beams Dreams - Zelooperz

Francis Bacon: «studio, it would be absolutely impossible for me.»

Interviewer: «Why do you think that is?»

Francis Bacon: «Uh, no idea, chaos for me, breeds images.»

Should’ve told a lie, but I’d rather keep it real

I be to rap what key be to lock

He whip the paint, like he beat the pot

She quick to faint, and he eat the box

He seek the bank

My name see, he’s in the lot

Love me or not, I’ll bleed out the block

Coulda re-rocked the rocks still with me or not

But what it all really mean?

Going through hell fall asleep off a bean

The light everybody

What they really want from a nigga like me

Couldn’t relate to my peers

Now they all asking how can I see

You ain’t got it like me

Thinkin' bout my dad, having triple beams dreams

Days I ain’t eat, quit the theatrics

You know why I’m here, thats my baby pediatrics

Pedal to the metal, hands blacker than a blacksmith’s

Just blew a backwood, just because I

Hysterical laughter, grew up 'round Casper

Broken homes hood’ll leave you shattered

Everybody trappin', thought I was trapped in

All I know is how to break it down when the bag in

But what it all really mean?

Going through hell fall asleep off a bean

The light everybody

What they really want from a nigga like me

Couldn’t relate to my peers

Now they all asking how can I see

You ain’t got it like me

Thinkin' bout my dad, having triple beams dreams