This is a song about "Dreaming of angles"

Please, tell me i'm dreaming.

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Now im dreaming chasing

I was born to do the damn thing

Dreaming of flying, light was seeping through the blinds

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Dreaming too another religion based off of flying pigeons

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Im not trying because im sick of lying, im dreaming about dying, but not from you,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

What preceded was the clue

But still be dreaming bout you

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You're smitten with this woman, both of you dreaming, into wishing for instant infants

About the way i'm feeling

Stop living a facade and dreaming