In A Dream

(chorus) I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream.. every day that goes by..is the same old thing (Verse 1) I push myself out of bed and wrestle with the clock every day this battle's fought, snooze buttons a flop but today I win the struggle, with time to cuddle embrace my girl to keep my mind outta trouble hear the bubble of the bong envelope the smoke clear the bowl take a toke leaving me in a choke "ring" your a joke! all in my ear through the phone that's my OTHER girl, the one that hates when I'm stoned so I'm torn but I know where my heart is but the temptress's so inventive when I spark it seducin me with her words in different ways I never heard the pipe or the girl.. which one do I prefer? Thinking too much, I need to get my ass to school always late to class in fact barely getting through grades are slippin, minds flippin on me thinking crazy thoughts man it's like a dream (chorus) I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream.. every day that goes by..is the same old thing (Verse 2) so now I'm on the shame train bus 23 thinkin bout friends, foes and family like how my best friend was family to me till making friends with the foe to become my enemy but see, times weren't always ugly like that from first girl kiss to thrown fist he had my back until his train of thought got derailed off track by that rock known as crack placed in his path but how could I tell? he played it off real well smooth talker with the ladies who made his stories gel in and out of jail with babies on the way kicked out of his crib, so with me I let him stay loaning him cash for rainy days and entertainment but at that rate, sun rays came like his payments in fact, his payback robbing the crib like R. Kelly money taken from me, like he was not guilty and never found exit only his next hit his will power had biceps but couldn't flex it now he's in prison forgiven I won't forget our youth and how surreal this life can get... (chorus) I'm wanderin free..just living in a dream.. every day that goes by..is the same old thing (Verse 3) yo my exit's here, i hit the bell for the bus stop still in a zone, herb does that when you must talk my girls waiting, arms folded with that look the look that makes me want to go to sleep or read text books man what do I tell her, I know who I'd choose but before my lips could move, she leaves me confused off in the distance, she's shrinking from view but I guess that's the truth on this path I pursue where focus is gone, smoking every night choking from bongs, blunts, pipes, and this life I need to make things right I wanna feel what's real cause livin' in a dream got my purpose concealed so I gaze at my classmates, running with backpacks rushing like they cared so much what if I had that? I ask that as I pick up me feet showered by sunrays but wandering free and blend into the scene where things aint what they seem into a scene where things ain't what they seem searching for a moment of clarity창?짝 it's like I'm living in a dream.