Dream On Joe Budden

[Intro]
Now tell her we gotta clean this whole spot out
I don't care who she got coming I need five chairs
Tell Elva give me a mint Hookah
Give me a couple a peach Cirocs
And tell Bernice give me 10,000 in singles
Parks, keep me up in the headphones
Let me talk some shit to them real quick
It go
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
They tell me life's a bitch, I'm just celebrating fuckin' it
Table full of bottles, now it's looking like my bucket list
Forward thinker, I ain't one to regress
Payin' no mind to these bitches, they just come with success
I spent Christmases giftless, went too many Decembers broke
Never got a stamp but found a way to push the envelope
They told me I'd be dead, I'd never make it out
If I ain't accomplish shit else, least I erased the doubt
I'm so unassuming, I can't figure why I'm hated now
Even made depression seem like that wasn't a major bout
My dreams big, niggas tried to take 'em down
The jewel is in the perspective, not the other way around
See my persona is calmer, Obama blended with Dahmer
Ever ponder your karma? Manana could see a llama
And if a nigga do, won't be complaints from me
I'll be all good with it, I did all I could with it, let's go