​fIT chECK fREEsTYle 1999 WRITE THE FUTURE & Jean Dawson

[Intro: Jean Dawson]
I dropped acid by the train tracks, listenin' to Aphex
I bought a brand new tape deck skippin' on the playlists
My girlfriends always worried, I'm living in a hurry
I could see the day end my vision’s always blurry

[Verse 1: Jean Dawson]
Homie got two tear drops, I ain't never seen him cry, but I bet he'll ride for him
Lil' homie stole a drop top coupe, get a seal with a will but I bet he'll fry some
Five summers, four bitches, three countin', two million, no ceilin'
Hold up (On the dead homies, run that shit back, nigga)
Homie got two tear drops, I ain't never seen him cry, but I bet he'll ride for him
Lil' homie stolе a drop top coupe, get a seal with a will but I bеt he'll fry some
Five summers, four bitches, three countin', two million

[Bridge: Jean Dawson]
Dirty dreads, dirty vans, two hundred bands sittin' all in my brother's bag
All red Testarossa, lick the frog, David Bowie my only friend
Blacked out, maxed out, chain smoke something like hundred reds
I'm good, no great, moonwalking on problems I'll never have

[Chorus: Jean Dawson]
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy
It's fucked up like a fucking fantasy