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Lazza

Golden Dreams

Have you ever wondered who you'd be if you weren't who you are?
It's just another question, but it hit me hard
And I ended up thinking that at this point I’d be
Begging for change on the street or beheaded
But instead

It's been ten years of this artist's war
This flow hits you like a slap, Batista
I’m talking to a crowd that seems to get it
But they don’t understand a thing, man, like a flat-earther
Starting over, today I’ve got some work, man
So if I aim for the top, I’ll take myself out
Brother, I’ll shut the door if they’re putting on a show
I swear, this stupid format doesn’t deserve my face

If there was no money, I wouldn’t be there
They’re making my profile like a memory
You denied the obvious, now get lost
Here the streams speak, not the magazines

I’m searching for myself, but I can’t find me
I was the last in class, the first in the hallway
I just want to know what effect it has on you
When you look inside me and then find emptiness
Sorry if I’m cold like a morgue
But for a while now, I haven’t had golden dreams
Wanna take a picture?
I don’t even laugh, it’s so out of focus

I’ll head home as soon as I finish this Beluga
I think so hard I’m putting holes in the walls
We knew making money was a tough gig
Even if today I’m my own business like Frank Lucas (ah)
Don’t do me wrong, man, I’ll pay you back right away (ah-ah)
Ask if they’ll let you have it on credit, I doubt it (ah-ah)
You’ll think I’m a complete idiot (ah-ah)
I sell two outfits and clear the public debt
I know you kinda like it when I hurt you
Your heart’s also among my new gadgets
I win the war, but then I die in peace
I even have some recording budget left