Nightmares
[Verse 1]
I been, dropping back to back I ain't got higher yet
Watching life fly by me like a fighter jet
See turbulence ain't nothing I got time to sweat
Not even in life or death, my auto pilot's set
All my brothers having babies I can't lie it's fucking with me
And I know momma been disgusted with me
The other day she called me up to have a quick discussion with me
Even she know I can't trust these bit--
Hustling and muscling my weight around
I can't even stay in town a day, man I feel weighted down
Watching what I say, who I say it 'round
Like Dana White the night before fights my niggas weigh the pounds
Forever hold your peace with me or say it now
But I can't promise that I'll give two fucks about the way it sounds
Add a random to my roster, take her to my place and lay her down
Like Golden State I don't lay up I hope she know her way around, town

[Chorus]
Night flares... all over my room
So tonight I'm surely doomed
Having... nightmares... they keep blowing up my mind
How you do this every time
How the fuck do I keep dreaming about a ghost
Why the fuck do I keep needing you the most
[Verse 2]
This trauma got me dosing psychedelics like I'm Tim Leary (Yeah)
I was really fear and loathing out in Vegas this ain't film theory (Yeah)
On the interstate for twenty straight I'm just a bit bleary
Taking addy, killing demons, getting even
Man I wouldn't even sit near me, til I see it clearly, til I
Glasses on, I got the hazards on
Still gassing on even if no passing zones
Taking chances I would bet the taxes on
The irony in that? Well, maybe after the song
But for now I'm tryna to capture the wrongs
That reside in me, the one's that hide in me
This shit is tiring, so uninspiring
Tryna kill off everything I've been acquiring
Now I'm on the road

[Chorus]
Seeing night flares... all over the sky
Will tonight I really die? Dodging
Nightmares... they keep blowing up my phone
Why can't they leave me alone God
How the fuck do I keep dreaming about a ghost
Why the fuck do I keep needing you the most

[Verse 3]
10 and 2, eyes in the window view
Observing all the burdens that been in pursuit
Nervous that my words won't ever get to you
Nervous that my purpose isn't really true
I'm nervous that you really meant the shit you said
Nervous my intentions failed to get us there
Nervous like... Sunday Service like
You got a blunt, the cops behind you
And your partner swerving like