This is a song about "Lucid dreams"

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

I like to use the same words with different meanings, it gives you excitement like lucid dreaming,

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Of a lucid life we could be livin'.

Maybe one day, i can say, i'm apart of strange music, but i know thats just a lucid

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

It's apart of her goal

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

No responsibilities only focused on my dreams

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems