Lyrics to Dreamin
Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin'
Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin'
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
I'm tryna find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
I am more than my illness
And all the weakness I deal with
And all these physician visits
And brand new prescription pills that probably really ain't even doing nothing and if it is, I still can't feel it
I am more than my disappointment when they say they don't know how to fix it
Most folk can't tell it's broke
Tryna be real 'bout my feelings, bro
While holding out, hoping for healing though
From the holy one, can I cope?
I been in the pit, and when it gets deep
I weep, then I repeat
Tryna go get it but still in my seat
Should I just retreat?
I'm more than my failures
If broken dreams is how the movie ends, then my low hopes is that trailer
Might go berserk, nothing ever works and it's dark but what can I tell ya?
Falling's way too familiar
What can I say?
I talk to myself like, "Bro, you remember them days when we was dreaming?"
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
How can I be a visionary when daily I walk through cemeteries?
Full of dead hopes, man, this is scary
To see my ambitions buried
I had to live to witness the way that pain don't leave you the same, huh
Look at my past again, I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed
I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends and the "My bads"
Here we go again
And I'm like when will it ever end? (Ayy)
I'm more than the misunderstandings
And the way that I look from their vantage
I know it but can I be candid?
It's hard to remember when
It feel like my best just ain't good enough
I take my best shots and put 'em up
Reality break in and call my bluff
Then it takes all my stuff
It don't define me, it feel like it do
And I know it's a lie, but it feel like its true
But I need his eyes to get in my view 'cause all I can see is blue
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
I'm tryna find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
Yes, I'm cold
(That's where I'm at, man)
And what should a dreamer do?
When you shoot for the stars but can't see the roof
When your body just won't let you see it through
When you just can't see what they see in you
Between me and you, I ain't know if I'd ever make music again
I look at old vids, is that even you?
I heard what I said, is that even true?
Honestly, I don't know how to be
For so long I would set out on sights that he'd help me to see
There's a mess at my feet
Am I trying too hard to steer, when it's clear?
That my body ain't been working right for like fifteen years
I think, but why keep count?
I dream of what to try next, and I write checks but they keep bouncing
Speed bumps turn into steep mountains
Sometimes I, envy my friends
I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them
They ask me, where I been?
I been tryna learn to dream again
I can't act like my dreams compete with him
'Cause what good is a dream, if it don't submit to the king?
It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing
Dreaming
Dreamin', dreamin', dreamin'
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
I'm tryna find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
'Cause I'm cold
I am more than my illness
And all the weakness I deal with
And all these physician visits
And brand new prescription pills that probably really ain't even doing nothing and if it is, I still can't feel it
I am more than my disappointment when they say they don't know how to fix it
Most folk can't tell it's broke
Tryna be real 'bout my feelings, bro
While holding out, hoping for healing though
From the holy one, can I cope?
I been in the pit, and when it gets deep
I weep, then I repeat
Tryna go get it but still in my seat
Should I just retreat?
I'm more than my failures
If broken dreams is how the movie ends, then my low hopes is that trailer
Might go berserk, nothing ever works and it's dark but what can I tell ya?
Falling's way too familiar
What can I say?
I talk to myself like, "Bro, you remember them days when we was dreaming?"
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
How can I be a visionary when daily I walk through cemeteries?
Full of dead hopes, man, this is scary
To see my ambitions buried
I had to live to witness the way that pain don't leave you the same, huh
Look at my past again, I'm different within but I think he wanted me changed
I am more than the missed calls and the lost friends and the "My bads"
Here we go again
And I'm like when will it ever end? (Ayy)
I'm more than the misunderstandings
And the way that I look from their vantage
I know it but can I be candid?
It's hard to remember when
It feel like my best just ain't good enough
I take my best shots and put 'em up
Reality break in and call my bluff
Then it takes all my stuff
It don't define me, it feel like it do
And I know it's a lie, but it feel like its true
But I need his eyes to get in my view 'cause all I can see is blue
Dreaming, I think I forgot the feeling
I'm so broken, what's the meaning?
I don't know, I just know I'm tired of dreaming
I'm tryna find the ceiling
I tried to fake it but I'm reeling
Yes, I'm cold
(That's where I'm at, man)
And what should a dreamer do?
When you shoot for the stars but can't see the roof
When your body just won't let you see it through
When you just can't see what they see in you
Between me and you, I ain't know if I'd ever make music again
I look at old vids, is that even you?
I heard what I said, is that even true?
Honestly, I don't know how to be
For so long I would set out on sights that he'd help me to see
There's a mess at my feet
Am I trying too hard to steer, when it's clear?
That my body ain't been working right for like fifteen years
I think, but why keep count?
I dream of what to try next, and I write checks but they keep bouncing
Speed bumps turn into steep mountains
Sometimes I, envy my friends
I'm talking Crae, T-Dot, and them
They ask me, where I been?
I been tryna learn to dream again
I can't act like my dreams compete with him
'Cause what good is a dream, if it don't submit to the king?
It's all his anyway, I'll let him do his thing
Dreaming
