Daydreams, Pt. 2 - Quadeca

Look out the window, see past it, but we’re fainting reflections

You never laugh like you used to, you’ve got fainter expressions

You heading down the wrong path and they changing directions

Maybe don’t mention 'bout how I made me your blessing

And lately, I question the shit that was taught to me

I’m awkwardly stopping these conversations

Hey, how long you waiting till the day you wake up and thank God you made it?

I don’t like to dwell, but man, I gotta say it, don’t like my songs but you

still gotta play it

Don’t like your road, just N.W.A., Dr. Dre it

Stop contemplating and stop complaining

And recreate it, actually, don’t recreate it, be creative

Reached the place, but you still vibing that shit when we replay it

Living a life of pain just to alleviate it

When you haven’t used nothing but distractions to really take it

Yeah, maybe they’ll change when they see we made it

We heading out to new platforms and leaving the basics

Some people find it in the drink or in the cup

Or in some bling or in the drug

Or in the things that give us love

We’re just tryna find the great escape

(We're just tryna find the great escape)

We’re just tryna find the great escape

(Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay)

(I'm snoring all day for dreams)

Yeah, my creative process is making progress

Despite my background, I haven’t gotten to playing lacrosse yet

Don’t you know we got a good thing going

I’ve been watching all these shows while I could be showing

I’ve been- creeping up on the door, so dangerous

You looking at statistics, while I figure how I’m changing them

I done learned so many things in my past life

Now I don’t give one single shit about the rap life

That’s nice, ain’t it?

That’s nice to be given advice when I paint it

Have twice much the fame, and

I can’t- even comprehend that much in the future

Hating the teacher, but you loving the tutor

Enter the game, I’m a fucking intruder

Stealing all these flows, man, I’m stuck as a looter

Procrastinating 'cause my fucking computer

No willpower, I’m just stuck as a loser

Some people find it in the drink or in the cup

Or in some bling or in the drug

Or in the things that give us love

We’re just tryna find the great escape

(We're just tryna find the great escape)

We’re just tryna find the great escape

(Sometimes I don’t know what’ll make it okay, make it okay)

(I'm snoring all day for dreams)