Songtext
I've been running through these bungalows
People ain't even said hello
Little me just wanted to be noticed
Future me just wants to be focused
Present me don't know what to do
What I'm sure about is that I ain't afraid of obstacles
I just wanna have fun, raise money to the maximum
Hmm, is that even possible
Let me run, don't hold the dream
Let me run, don't hold the dream
Let me run, don't hold the dream
All I've been through is these bungalows
Let me dream, don't hold the run
Let me dream, don't hold the run
Let me dream, don't hold the run
All I've been through is these bungalows
You're holding dreams while the homies in ADT
Are holding beers, fleeing from the cops
Like I don't know what an ID is
Isis for the motherfuckers with a soft life
And everything open, shit, I had to take a big leap
You're faking streams while I need a bitch with big lips
For Christmas, it's quite a mystery
How you got to that point
I'm going stupid like my parents when they found out
That I started smoking joints
Incredible, but I love edibles
What can I do?
Kill myself from a building
Like one of the greatest ever did
I don't think so, you're a gringo
Let me spit my lingo
Monetary assets, me and FL doin' the bingo
Just a click, to make you rich
That's how it works, we tryna make that $
Like the meme, big stonks
I wish I was a fat mole penetrating into your hole
Not just a youngster staring at the Mole
I ain't fucking with shitty rappers, oh no
Spitting these bars till there's air in my lungs
2018, I said I ain't had no fans
Now in the vastness I see someone
Seen you shaking hands, is it a fraction of your ritual
Like voodoo dolls and killing geese
This ain't a trap but I'm still a bee
Rhymes for me are still A-B-C
Let me run, don't hold the dream
Let me run, don't hold the dream
Let me run, don't hold the dream
All I've been through is these bungalows
Let me dream, don't hold the run
Let me dream, don't hold the run
Let me dream, don't hold the run
All I've been through is these bungalows
Just a white boy doing something diverse
Music's always been a blessing and a curse
All that cocaine, all that energy dispersed
Young girls are being murked, chalk's being cooked
That's my view of Hollywood
Shacked up in these bungalows
I'm honoring the man whose feelings been hurt
But nevermind, I ain't Jeremy Dutcher
If rap ain't gon' work out I guess I'll be a butcher
And remember that you'll never be
The master of your soul
Cause everybody'd like to have a second chance
Second choices left my heart in a cell
Which I luckily escaped from
K.O., you can't tell me nothing
I feel golden when I roll
First song almost gone
Now it's time to reset the tone
Feel the force and the pressure
Every second I'm at the mic
I was born a diamond
So you know I got to shine
I got to shine
I got to shine
I got to shine for real
And this is Bungalows and
And this is Bungalows and
Bungalows and Dungarees
Marco Battisti
O/B/O DistroKid