Girl Of His Dreams

Girl of his dreams

I'm the girl of his dreams

Girl of his dreams

I'm the girl of his

Girl of his dreams

I'm the girl of his dreams

I'm the girl of

Yeah

Paper chasin, I'm in my car racing

I've been feeling whimsical and motivated lately

Tracing on my tattoos, telling me some affirmations

Do it on the daily

So if he don't

It don't phase me

Smoking marijuana, got me feeling a lil' hazy

Working on my album, writing lyrics, goin' crazy

In my house at four a.m, I sleep and still get paper

Plot on me, and starve yourself cause you forgot the flavor

Like, what you mean

Pull up to the function, good vibes with my weed

Ask her why she hate me

She can't think of anything

Do this for the love

It's my passion

Can't you see

Really booted up, let's believe my partner squeeze

I don't like to please, that is really not my steez

I've been big since the jump, I can't let them intervene

Got a plan, wrote it up, I won't let you get between

At the table by myself, I was only 17

At the table by myself, I was only 17

At the table by myself, I was only 17

I want a big ole car collection, have like 10 in the garage

Candy paint reflects and ricochets off the mirage

Rollin' with the tool, like, girl, this can't be a facade

Rollin' up my doobie, south side, roll on choppers

Cross the line, I'll paint a picture, make you to collage

Cross the line, it's not a threat, but you'll get sabotaged

Saw the light when I was young, just tales of the young prodigy

Pass the fight or fight if we had beef, it's no apology

Honestly, I don't need commodities

Also, baby, on the contrary, just need you to rock with me

Yeah

Gettin' too much dough, one of my policies

And if you love me, I need you to do that audibly

Signed, prophecy, goin' to the top, top, top, top, top