Texty:
10 Years Day Dreamer

I can't seem to change you or open up your eyes So go on and sing your sad, sad song I don't even blame you, the routine is nice Nine to five in a suit

still the king, check the resume Asshole til they bury me or I get sent away Ballin off, don't apply to me, I'm thinkin 10 a day Anyhow, anyway, niggas

'm just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are 15 there's still time for you 22 I feel her too 33 you're on your way Every day's a new day 15 there

be sick with a big pen living in a place where the youths strap big lens pure drama a star performer leave the boost so hot u could call it a sauna 10 out of 10

the stage Apart of me died on graduation day Cause even though we never spoke one time I thought I lost the only chance to make her mine A couple of years

, I think you need a dose Of that shit that got some of my gente dreaming All in my flows, nobody knows where it all goes But it takes it til the end, final countdown 10

it, you comin right back. comin right back yeah you comin right back fo' da, Cocaine. Twista Verse This for them white girl movers, big dreams of makin

the time the hypes taking of his Nike's I know it sound cold but this bullet put a hole in my soul Never shorties years stole he was only 17 years old

young nerds, to projects that see gun play To models on the runway, it'll reach 'em all in someway They hit my brother with 10 years, he said "don't leave