Lucid by Tric The Tyrant Lyrics
[Chorus: Tric the Tyrant]
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the pussy and the cream?
Glorify the hustle
But the hustle is the means
To the obscene
To getting green
[Verse 1: Tric the Tyrant]
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream then the shit hit me all sudden
You were right in front of me but I was busy fronting
Trying to put these records out
Grinding all night
That's what these records ‘bout
Listen up tight
I never even stopped to ask how the fuck you been
Though you treat a brotha nice real genuine
Apologize for the nights we didn't get to hang
Apologize for all the girls you know I banged
I knew you loved me when you told me in October
But g shit, homie, will you love me when I'm sober?
Ha! And when the partying is over
And will you love me when your friends tell you I told ya?
He's a no good
He from that old hood
He probably got another girl
You know how niggas do it
He probably tells you that he loves you
But no nigga could
You need a good man
So I guess no nigga should
But can I dream?
I'm married to the president
Of being past the bullshit in the present tense
And being a father who's been present since
Dad set that precedent
Got me permanently on the residence
[Outro: Tric the Tyrant]
And I just wanna dream
But I know they'll never let me
Susie was an ally
But only when she would bed me
And Ty too
Only when she was wet g
Still afraid of alleys
Cause I know they're out to get me
I guess you can ask Freddy bout the rest b
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the pussy and the cream?
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the pussy and the cream?
Glorify the hustle
But the hustle is the means
To the obscene
To getting green
[Verse 1: Tric the Tyrant]
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream about falling in love
I used to dream then the shit hit me all sudden
You were right in front of me but I was busy fronting
Trying to put these records out
Grinding all night
That's what these records ‘bout
Listen up tight
I never even stopped to ask how the fuck you been
Though you treat a brotha nice real genuine
Apologize for the nights we didn't get to hang
Apologize for all the girls you know I banged
I knew you loved me when you told me in October
But g shit, homie, will you love me when I'm sober?
Ha! And when the partying is over
And will you love me when your friends tell you I told ya?
He's a no good
He from that old hood
He probably got another girl
You know how niggas do it
He probably tells you that he loves you
But no nigga could
You need a good man
So I guess no nigga should
But can I dream?
I'm married to the president
Of being past the bullshit in the present tense
And being a father who's been present since
Dad set that precedent
Got me permanently on the residence
[Outro: Tric the Tyrant]
And I just wanna dream
But I know they'll never let me
Susie was an ally
But only when she would bed me
And Ty too
Only when she was wet g
Still afraid of alleys
Cause I know they're out to get me
I guess you can ask Freddy bout the rest b
Will they ever let me dream?
Of anything other then the pussy and the cream?