| [Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] | |
| Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city | |
| Scape of scrappy captains | |
| Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints not suitable for bombings | |
| The fires are alarming | |
| The fire alarms are oddly calming | |
| A water beetle jitterbugs in litter | |
| Kitty cats across the sidewalk after rats are fat enough to die happy | |
| The savvy climb the nail-less pine staircase | |
| Allah Jesus walks to where the meter blocks and the streets aren't even matter | |
| So they don't | |
| No one pays no nevermind | |
| Higher than the ever-resting deities of better times | |
| Here the sun refracts so much the prisons look like prisms | |
| Rainbow chains ain't ****t but long division | |
| A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench | |
| Kids kaleidoscope into an arch and two by two are Lorax'd off the block | |
| The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock | |
| [Hook] | |
| It was all a dream | |
| Pictures in murder dog magazine | |
| Ice ? and Master P rocking high-waisted jeans | |
| Grab the piece off the table and bag it up for fiends | |
| It was all a dream | |
| It was all a dream | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the ocean | |
| Waves like 'hi, hater' | |
| Buildings looking shoddy low at distance | |
| Skip like stones | |
| The sharks have biters but the teeth more kitten tongue than needle | |
| And so the lung walks on | |
| With a wax-on wax-off Miyagi focus | |
| Fording of America | |
| What's with all this conquering | |
| Wouldn't it be nice to beach boy for a year or six | |
| Turn harmony to capitol | |
| Trade the bricks for sand dollars | |
| Dreams are made of comfort | |
| Struggle bursts the nigh**ares | |
| The existence of this voice implies he made it | |
| And often keeping a G in the face of a world leading a kumbaya | |
| Ali boom ba yay | |
| Got that 'oh my ya' | |
| Chemotherapay | |
| Who said oh my god? How disrespectful | |
| Don't they see the way he Poseidon'd up to the top where it all breaks | |
| And everyone that rides the wave falls off | |
| [Hook] | |
| It was all a dream | |
| Pictures in murder dog magazine | |
| Messy marked blue chucks hanging where his jeans should be | |
| True ski-mask and a bulletproof limousine | |
| It was all a dream | |
| It was all a dream | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the clouds | |
| This is why the wheel wells be cut | |
| The saber gotta reach for altitude | |
| Much as they're used in slang verse, don't give a **** really | |
| Drop as much ****t as people talk | |
| 'Rise above it' someone always said while marching | |
| Easier said than done while flipping fries at golden archie | |
| Just tryna be that double rainbow meme | |
| Ice cream painted on the borders of those dreams | |
| ****t yeah, that's what | |
| Bet five on a dice game in the clouds | |
| Pull all your money out and make it rain | |
| But god-like | |
| That's what the must mean by going green | |
| Noah's Ark this block and start anew | |
| Damn, this kush is crazy right? | |
| You can see your roof from here but not much else | |
| The world outside the city limits, not yet cartographic | |
| And everybody learn to fly the same | |
| Tapping B and Up to glide in one direction | |
| [Hook] | |
| It was all a dream | |
| Pictures in murder dog magazine | |
| EC Illa Keak da Sneak screaming 'Yadidamean' | |
| Dark room familiar, pulling guns on police | |
| It was all a dream | |
| It was all a dream | |
| It was all a dream | |
| Pictures in murder dog magazine | |
| Brother-ledge back to back, haulin' MJG | |
| Riding dirty, puffin' that UGK on the beat | |
| It was all a dream |
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