Nightmares (No Mas) - Slum Village, Illa J, Young RJ

Yea

No me habla

(Verse)

I had a dream that I was falling off a cliff

I was left so my life fleeted out

It’s like a dark colorless slow motion moving backwards like a action scene

Imagine this yo, imagine how a ten starts runnin quick

Out of my mind, out of my shit

Wondering how I just jumped into this movie clip, flip

Like Truman I’m on drop

Did a sprint then I ran like a quarter of block

Headed to a restaurant, it was the opposite way

It was a chinese mob boss, eating chicken chow ming

When he saw me, his face turned as red as a flame

I told him eat the dick, flip the table, dashed in the opposite way

Wish I could’ve told you macks didn’t spray

But they did like Aerosol, saw bearing two’s with a pair of guns

I was gone

Hit the window, crashed

Landed on the back, full of trash

You suckas gotta catch because I’m fast

Bumped into a old lady, excuse me she said

(Verse)

I was dreaming when I wrote this

So forgive me if it goes astray

When it started I was drowning in the ocean

But my girlfriend saved my day

For a second saw my life fade away

And all of a sudden had a hand full of razorblades

The grenades and the rainbow with it

Throwing the fucking gay parade

But a Chris box turned for the firm wearing finger wax

At a ice-cream stand, selling lemonade for days

Now I’m on Youtube, looking for ways to blast

Now I’m in the studio, tryna change the fraze

Mind playin, tricks on me

Like I’m, insane

Cold sweats, in the nighttime

Dreaming of my life, dreaming of the pain

Nightmares isn’t really real

Nightmares

(Verse)

I was dreaming when I wrote this

When this real talking quote this

Marijuana thoughts, cocaine dreams

Devil to the world, god to the fiends

I rose and the voice not

Peanut butter seats with the top down

Jewelries so exclusive

Think I never get caught, so elusive

Break bread daily, never stale

Weigh money, can’t count it, put it on a scale

Ballin like Rondo, triple double

Didn’t listen to the wisdom, keep it subtle

Got greedy, forgot the folks roostalini

You lose your soldiers if they ain’t eatin

Ambush on my ride, 20 shots

Is that a heaven for a G?

My last thoughts

Nightmares