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Featuring Bucky Dolla It's J Beale man But uhmm, they call me mister make them drip More like mister make 'em trip (Verse 1) I'm trying to separate my dreams from reality But this girl is too bad and my girlfriend stay mad at me Fuck man I need some triple A batteries For my beats by Dre , so I could ease my way Into this dream where you ease my day, fees rolled up To the fake niggas can't cheat my J I need to be lost in the smoke, I'm lost in this life For wanting a wife , but these strippers apply pressure to this pipe Staying under these lights one of these nights I see myself kicking back with a triple stack, right? That's the life when you're way too fucking nice Bitch I know I'm fucking wrong, but I know I fucked you right Pulling off with a feeling of disgust My conscious going bonkas I hit my niggas up ,what's good? I'm on the south side, meet me at the mics I be waiting outside , take your time 'cause of (Chorus) Well you know , I'm dreaming about you girl Letras de cancionesWishing you were here yeah yeah Eventhough I know I gotta let you go I'm thinking back on how we feel in love That one time Picture so clear (Verse 2) What the fuck is faithful these days Don't worry I wait Niggas getting caught up Charges getting brought up Buy bitches with feeling I'm glad that ain't my babe look I just keep it smooth Well at least I try to Have these bitches say I ain't these bitches that you lied too But then I lied to her 'Cause I'm just trying to do her The doobies in the cup Here's a cup of conjure One shot for my team 'cause before this was a dream Between all of these freaks my sheets look so used Boo come with me and we might make the news When I'm in that thing I got one thing to prove I'm the motherfucking man Bustin in my hand damn Snap out of it nigga, you too G to be a fan TCP the clash all my bitches from Japan 'Cause she like the way I do it Ye y'all make that shit a brand Thank you (Chorus) Well you know , I'm dreaming about you girl Wishing you were here yeah yeah Eventhough I know I gotta let you go I'm thinking back on how we feel in love That one time Picture so clear (Verse 3: Bucky Dolla) I'm smoother than a smoothie These groupies try to do me Either they want some fame Or these bitches tryin' to use me Whenever will it happen To hit all these games these women play Tell me how much they need me I tell 'em I need the J 'Cause I'm stressed My shawty keep buggin she think I'm lying But she need to understand at least a nigga is trying Compared to my old ways ,way back in the old days I used to run the streets , bitches like they whole way But I'm changing just for the better Money is what we after, together we'll get the cheddar Happily whatever after it's something we aim to get But shit happens for a reason I told you I wasn't shit This music is what I love but this hate is what I receive I don't pay it no mind I just blow it out like the weed Feeling like I should stay but I know that I should leave Everything I ever wanted I give it up for my city That's real (Chorus) Well you know , I'm dreaming about you girl Wishing you were here yeah yeah Eventhough I know I gotta let you go I'm thinking back on how we feel in love That one time Picture so clear From Letras Mania