Dreams in a Basement Skyzoo (Ft. Jill Scott)

[Intro: Sample from Fresh]
Chucky: It's quiet here
Fresh: Yeah, I like to come here
Chucky: It's lonesome, you know what's whack
When I'm down with the posse or at home and shit
And everybody be screaming and yelling and shit, it gets real lonesome
It be like crowded and noise and screaming
And suddenly it feels like I'm the only one there
Fresh: The more people there is, the lonelier it get
I have this dream
Chucky: Yeah, like what
Fresh: Nothing, sometimes I have it, that's all

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]
Celebrating the win, celebrate what it meant
Do remember and celebrate it again
Right newly winners we celebrate where it went
And sewn different we celebrating the hem
Right you sing along you celebrating the hymn
Bet em to prove me wrong you'll be celebrating they end
Tell em its crew first, we celebrating with kin
And fuck an E for effort, don't celebrate the attempt
My attempt be, everything the rent be
Call it hand-in-hand but a hand can't be empty
So I was in the basement sparring with complacency
And my weaving got me off when it would tempt me
Sofa beds and dealing with being better than all that you listen to
And feeling like it's whatever as long as it get to you
For the nod and the doze and the open yawn
Shit is beyond what they hope, tell em no regards