Testo Dreams of money Mickey Factz

Dreams of money

Knockalepting for essence with railroads through it
Dreams of money can get you a jail pose viewing
Beepers and cellphones, uses a code rulers
Someone who's nose moving, the road ruin
Get a [?] get a trial, for a rich lawyer to get reconcile
These dreams turn to nightmares, you see Freddie smile
Well life can be one ring like a wedding vow
Phone call by the bread pal will get you drown
And decent proposal can leave your whole bed defiled
You want more like them [?] chatter now
It ain't nothing on sale, but you're selling out
Look where you headed, searching for comfort
But not where your bed is, for that green sheet,
You count sheep like a shepherd
So I'm 23, on repeat like [?]
Slumber for the presidence
They tried to kill Reagan's wife, that's evidence
Women put they body for display and [?]
But not celibacy, they waking up hell bent feeling devilish
Money's the root of all evil so the message is
The relatives on your family tree can be a nemesis
Visions of canopies, counting salaries in the crib,
It's a reality, but the fantasy helps you live
Homeless people street dream but they can't handle
So they paying [?] water washed away these sand castles
Now they trapped inside of a black apple,
With the worms go back and forth like hand pedals
Hanging of a fire escape, I see it all
Hand on the ladder, making my words be a wall
Could have study the [?] but luckily me and art [?]
Back bro, I'm singing lullabies for the cash flow
They call me butterfly cause I'm that dope
[?] lines got called, the cocoon but when the stacks grow
I attract folks, they assholes, jump in they sleep, tadpoles
And [?] all they can do [?]
The fabric up on the flagpoles, saluted like Castro
Beauties turn beasts for it no glass rose
And they would lie worse that Pinocchio's last nose and that's low
Inspiring actress on the mattress, slipping out of her black dress just to be that next
Star, bet on they ass and aspect
Pillow fights to cash checks, silly right? Yes
Eyes wide shut if that's the window to your soul, put your blinds up
Day dreaming about my bucks, at least I see what I'm doing so when I rise up
Dollar signs in my eye ducks, cry tears that make sense
Blind fear make [?] my brush weighs left,
Blindfolded to the pain sketch
My eyes rolling while I take breaths
If I [?] then I may have slept on, what I may have dreamed
Hold up like I made a tent
I'm broke but I'm still paying rent,
I'm living like a [?] with it, how my day is spent
I hanging with super sonic but everybody think it's [?]
Fall asleep or the woman for a lady scent
Penny for the thoughts, I need closure
Wanna be well rested when it's over
One hand on the holster,
Cause before I get broke, I'll put myself in a coma.