Dream Chasin' Lyrics - Opposite Of Adults Ep - Chiddy Bang

(Intro Conversation) 

All right guys, good shit today as a label, I think it went well. 

Yo, I'm tired as hell! 

Yeah, well you have a long ass ride home, so you guys can get some sleep on the bus. 

Try to. 

Got that show tomorrow, so make sure you get that rest. 

All right, before you miss that bus. The last one, and I ain't tryin' to have you sleep at my house tonight. 

All right man, peace. 

(Verse 1) 

Ay check the plans out 

We work hard, I ain't asking for a hand out 

If I hit the booth, I don't have to pass them grams out 

And be the well, when the other thoughts ran out 

They say they lost words, I got 'em puzzled like the crossword 

Harvard, I'm nuts, George Washington Carver 

But you could never pay your boss peanuts 

If it gets messy, be prepared for the cleanup 

But this thing called success is so strange 

Cuz you could get notoriety and still ride the train 

Make it in its entirety, in search for the fame 

But I'm still Michael Phelps, swimming in my lane 

Where's Lois, me I'm Superman, I'm just here to save the day boy 

Or at least I thought I was 

Till I, flew into save her and met my opponent 

I'm fightin' with myself, don't offer them condolence 

I'm dreamin'. 

(Hook) 

We chasin' a dream 

So what is life? 

The diamonds and the gleam? 

Get a job, well I'm doin' it 

Promise to stay true in it 

Doin' it, but never let another soul ruin it 

And things ain't what it seem 

Make money to spend it, I got my scheme 

Work hard, well we doin' it 

Promise to stay true in it 

Doin' it, but never let another soul ruin it 

(Verse 2) 

It's too haunting, the task is daunting 

Tryna get the labels on board while flaunting 

But, let's make some music, make some money, get the rides 

European ties, have models for wives 

Sometimes I feel faded to pretend 

Unsafe cause my crib is far from gated in 

I'm a relic, but lean slightly to psychedelic 

If I could take off, would you consider me angelic? 

Hysteric, I'm the subject and the predicate 

They hatin' on me, tell me where's the etiquette 

If you could lie, I don't need to prove I'm better then 

I play David, I'm a fourth year Letterman 

So let 'em in, can't you hear me knocking on the door? 

Hard to breathe at this altitude, where oxygen is poor 

Think Benz, I don't know what Pontiac means 

And this is what happens when an insomniac dreams