Quadeca Daydreams Pt 2 Lyrics
Daydreams, Pt. 2 by Quadeca
[Verse 1]
Look out the window
See past it, but we're fainting reflections
You never laugh like you used to, you have fainter expressions
You heading down the wrong path and they, changing directions
Maybe don't mention 'bout how I made me your blessing
And lately I question the shit that was taught to me
I'm awkwardly stopping these conversations
Hey, how long you waiting 'til you wake up and think "god, you made it"
I don't like to dwell, but man I gotta say it
Don't like my songs but you still gotta play it
Don't like your road, just send WA, Dr. Dre
Stop contemplating and stop complaining
And recreate it
Actually, don't reacreate it
Be creative
Reached the place but you still vibing that shit when we replay it
Living a life of pain just to alleviate it
When you haven't used nothing but the [?] to really take it
Yeah
Maybe they'll change when they see we made it
We heading out to new platforms and leaving the basics
[Hook]
Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug
Or in the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
(We're just tryna find the great escape)
We're just tryna find the great escape
(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)
(I'm snoring all day for dreams)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
My creative process is making progress
Despite my back on I haven't gotten to playing lacrosse yet
Don't you know we got a good thing going
I've been watching all these shows while I could be showing
I've been, creeping up on the door, so dangerous
You looking at statistics while I'm figuring how I'm changing them
I done learned so many things in my past life
Now I don't give a single shit about the rap life
That's nice, ain't it
That's nice to be given advice when I paint it
Have twice much the fame
And I can't even comprehend that much in the future
Hating the teacher but you loving the tutor
Enter the game, I'm a fucking intruder
Stealing all these flows, man I'm stuck as a looter
Procrastinating 'cause my fucking computer
No willpower, I'm just stuck as a loser
[Hook]
Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug
Or in the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
(We're just tryna find the great escape)
We're just tryna find the great escape
(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)
(I'm snoring all day for dreams)
Look out the window
See past it, but we're fainting reflections
You never laugh like you used to, you have fainter expressions
You heading down the wrong path and they, changing directions
Maybe don't mention 'bout how I made me your blessing
And lately I question the shit that was taught to me
I'm awkwardly stopping these conversations
Hey, how long you waiting 'til you wake up and think "god, you made it"
I don't like to dwell, but man I gotta say it
Don't like my songs but you still gotta play it
Don't like your road, just send WA, Dr. Dre
Stop contemplating and stop complaining
And recreate it
Actually, don't reacreate it
Be creative
Reached the place but you still vibing that shit when we replay it
Living a life of pain just to alleviate it
When you haven't used nothing but the [?] to really take it
Yeah
Maybe they'll change when they see we made it
We heading out to new platforms and leaving the basics
[Hook]
Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug
Or in the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
(We're just tryna find the great escape)
We're just tryna find the great escape
(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)
(I'm snoring all day for dreams)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
My creative process is making progress
Despite my back on I haven't gotten to playing lacrosse yet
Don't you know we got a good thing going
I've been watching all these shows while I could be showing
I've been, creeping up on the door, so dangerous
You looking at statistics while I'm figuring how I'm changing them
I done learned so many things in my past life
Now I don't give a single shit about the rap life
That's nice, ain't it
That's nice to be given advice when I paint it
Have twice much the fame
And I can't even comprehend that much in the future
Hating the teacher but you loving the tutor
Enter the game, I'm a fucking intruder
Stealing all these flows, man I'm stuck as a looter
Procrastinating 'cause my fucking computer
No willpower, I'm just stuck as a loser
[Hook]
Some people find it in the drink or in the cup
Or in some bling or in the drug
Or in the things that give us love
We're just tryna find the great escape
(We're just tryna find the great escape)
We're just tryna find the great escape
(Sometimes I don't know what'll make it ok, make it ok)
(I'm snoring all day for dreams)