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Bourbon dreams
- (Verse 1)
- Glass of wine, counting stacks, living fast,
- Pour that bourbon, sip it slow, let it blast.
- Addiction got me twisted, bitches call it art,
- Pourin’ heavy, feeling light, it’s a thug’s heart.
- Flexin’ hard, in the dark, shadows on my back
- Respect the grind, motherfucker, never lack
- Lost in the mix, can’t forget where I’m from
- South Side soldier, never run, I just drum.
- (Chorus)
- Bourbon dreams, I’m livin’ in a haze,
- Power in my veins, got me caught in this maze.
- Niggas ballin', while I’m trippin', spitting fire
- Respect the hustle, bitch, I’m climbing higher.
- (Verse 2)
- Pour another round, let the liquor take hold
- Feeling like a king, but the pain’s turning bold.
- Chasin’ shadows, demons dancing in my mind,
- Bourbon breath, feel the weight, I’m intertwined.
- Check the stats, I’m the one they can’t ignore
- Thug life in my chest, screaming out for more.
- Haters wanna talk, but I’m too deep in this game
- Flexin’ on these bitches, put the world to shame.
- (Chorus)
- Bourbon dreams, I’m livin’ in a haze
- Power in my veins, got me caught in this maze.
- Niggas ballin', while I’m trippin', spitting fire
- Respect the hustle, bitch, I’m climbing higher.
- (Bridge)
- Sip it slow, feel the burn, let it ignite
- Life’s a gamble, but I’m rollin’ dice tonight.
- Streets of Chiraq whisper tales of the lost
- But I’m grindin’, motherfucker, never count the cost.
- (Verse 3)
- Bourbon flows, it’s a journey to the top
- Addiction’s like a clock, tickin’ hard, can’t stop.
- Respect the real; I’m the one you can’t phase
- In this life of crime, I’m just caught in a blaze.
- Pour it neat, chase the highs, forget about lows
- Thuggin’ with my crew, yeah, that’s how it goes.
- Countin' blessings, sipping shots, never fade away
- Bourbon dreams and power plays, I’m here to stay.
- (Chorus)
- Bourbon dreams, I’m livin’ in a haze
- Power in my veins, got me caught in this maze.
- Niggas ballin', while I’m trippin', spitting fire
- Respect the hustle, bitch, I’m climbing higher.
- (Outro)
- So here’s a toast to the nights we can’t recall
- Got that bourbon burnin’, yeah, we ready to brawl.
- Addiction, respect, it’s the life that I chose
- In this game of survival, I’ll be stakin’ my pose.
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