[Verse 1] I know I dream about her all day I think about her with her clothes off I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD She ain't a stranger to the city life I introduce her to this hippy life We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid) I get a feelin' it's a trippy night Them other drugs just don't fit me right Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream Another quarter to the face system Make no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for love It takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' Love, Sex, Dreams
[Chorus] It started in Hollywood Dreamin' of sharin' love My tongue had a loss for words Cause my feelings just said it all Party just started up Dreamin' of sharin' worlds Held this feeling for way too long Said I really wanna let it go
[Verse 2] I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me I've been drinking, driving, I will never go home I'm gon' stay drivin' cause the weather so cold Feeling low some times when the light shines down Takes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down Takes me high Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
[Interlude] For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man
[Verse 3] Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems My check arrive mañana, I'mma pay my debt, I promise I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem? I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to
[Chorus] It started in Hollywood Dreamin' of sharin' love My tongue had a loss for words Cause my feelings just said it all
[Outro] I look for ways to say, "I love you" But I ain't into makin' love songs Baby I'm just rappin' to this LSDTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
