DREAMS
Intro
Have you really had the time to think about what you really want in life?, Have you?, ‘dreams 3x’
PHLO BOTT
ZYMM!!!!!

VERSE 1
You welcome to the underground hotel where the dreams dey cost
Rap no bi part of school but I take that course
I have a single reason, just to project my thoughts to show myself to the world
My pain is my songs, menni baw w) me b)t) mu, I still make the calls
To get the DJ’s on the radios to play my songs
See, the monies that I spend on promo, I can’t afford to lose my way, the dreams are expensive so I plot a course
To make an aim, chase that path till me hyr3n brightest
Wontumi ndum me lights, not affiliated to ECG
Woma me beat a, me murder no, mentw3n killers
Hw3 medi so akoneaba saa as3 meeb) TT
The only beat I won’t kill is the hearts own
See, I practise even in class so I get perfect
They said no one is perfect but your talent can be
Nas3 me jiga beat so di3 a, you can feel the zeal
Jay didn’t create a lazy chap to ride on hype
Nti na meb) adwuma den till I’m VIP
So I spit with the least of passion I can reach
Education is the key, bra mesua ade paa
Talent n’3w) h) o nanso nipa hia mmoa
“but you have to help yourself ansa y’aboa cuz ur talent without hustle is just talent, so don’t waste your time to even write a verse, if you dey plus your tracks for house expect to hit, you for jie your eyes for house, dude, its just a tip cus your tracks no go gally road den search public just to listen to your lines you think are so legit”
Mahn, a wise man told me this some months ago
VERSE 2
Y3saa na taaahyi nikey aiki so I score my goals
You can feel it in my bars and the nukes I’ve blown
I’m just happy I got a thing to call my own
But I need recognition, bansong fame
Naa, mehia the doe no, middle fingers on the fame
I guess you have it there, you got my aim
Ma menbue wo key bi, funny things they used to tell me
When I took off on this journey, see some lady told me
)se rap, 3y3 bonsam kasa, seriously?
So I’m the devil’s child, ei madam, you are judging me
Jx bcus menny3 gospel so I’m hailing Luci
Wotene wonsa baako a, mmi3nsa kyer3 wo so oo
G.I.L.I.T.C., what dyu think I mean?

VERSE 3
At the end of the day, we all chasing dreams
Fareed nua no, )y3 rapper o, Oh praise the Lord
Mahn, I’m writing all my verses just to praise the lord
As3 bible nu, me verse biaa me twer3 no kronkron
Nas3 meda mpo, me future nti, medwene pen
Menni bar license koraa I still go tend
Like that Madrid team in spain, I’m so real
Like the racism on blacks, I’m damn real
How much realer do I gotta be to make the trends?
See, they told me point blank, zymm you have to sell out
You spit, no doubt, but you have to sell out
Y3se azonto azonto line no, mentwer3 so bi
In case you hear me singing, don’t think I ever gave up
Y3nnka nni w’akyi a wose agor) y3d3
Like the surface of a mirror, I gotta shine
I look to the Lord, my work is still in time
Watches never have sex buh my time go come
Clocks never orgasm but my time go come
…………ZYMM!!!!!!!.......