Bulletproof Dreams Songer

Yeah

People try and shoot me down; can see you. Where’s your camo?
All my dreams are bulletproof, so all you do is waste your ammo
Don’t bother; this is Songer. Doesn’t matter what you’re wearing
Get you hot under the collar. I’m a rapper not a shotter
So if s got two lines, then I’m all about the dollar
If I’m blessed with blue skies, I ain’t think about tomorrow
If you’re happy, then you’re richer than you think; drown your sorrow
Ever lose your voice, then I’ve got one that you can borrow

I open up a lot and tell the world about my issues
But my pеople really know me, so thеy know I’m not playing
When my people hear my music, it can teach ‘em sign language
‘Cause if I’m never talking, least they know what I’m saying
My talent is the elephant in every room I step in
Tryna focus on my blessing, but it’s hard to learn a lesson
My life’s biggest fear is my life’s biggest goal; that’s a fact
When I deep it, there’s no wonder why I’m stressing
Label’s tryna rip me off; promise I don’t need your bread
Label’s tryna suck me off; promise I don’t need your head
Tryna think of music in a style I ain’t squashed yet
There’s not a Songer type beat in any context
No questioning my confidence, or question my accomplishments
Only reason that I stress is all the compliments
I don’t own an NFT bro, I own a lyric book
That will raise in value more than any crypto ever could