Are We Dreaming?

[Chorus: Sayla]
I’m me, I can't be what you thought I’d be
I owe my life to a world cold to me
Are we all free, are we? or are we dreaming?

[Verse 1: Sayla]
What changed? Was it you or me?
Was it the world, they screamin you owe me
God playin like you know me, you know me, you know me
A door to a door, needa key to a key
I’m done kicking down doors, I want a life by the sea
There’s a door to a door, needa key to a key
I’m done kicking down doors, I want a life by the sea
I’m done lost many lost ones
I’m long done staring at suns
So long, ima chase horizons
But hey I ain't done, the crew they ain't done, no
Never never I thought I’d fall for love
Never have I even thought I’d call for blood
Fuck optimism
When we’ve got none, not even a pot to piss in
Piss em off, we put it in our compositions
Going in circles, conversations
Pop up the coffin, lemme look where I’ll lay
95:8, and you’re no wali
All our lives we’re taught to stop seeking beacons
But look, I found utopia, or am I dreaming?

[Chorus: Sayla]
I’m me, I can't be what you thought I’d be
I owe my life to a world cold to me
Are we all free, are we? or are we dreaming?

[Verse 2: Jayaire Woods]
Much love to the oner
Women going to play right, have to get my day right
So I love to finish
Stuck on this planners, I fucked up the tests
Women going to say like you’re the hero of my day right?
So I run and miss them
One love I give it
I messed up when I hit it
You got stuck and tripping
But I got to keep on moving
This life should be a movie
I’m stuck in the kitchen, with this same old ashes, decisions
I’ll still be with the baddest, I live in disposition
Posting on the block with my savages
Don’t care much about this rapping shit, try to live this shit lavishly
Niggas talkin get panicking as soon as you see them
As soon as you hit ‘em
Barbeque grill ‘em, uh
Big diss ain't bout to lit one, uh
Promise that shit I don’t feel ‘em, uh
Women get pain now I heal ‘em, uh
I know I know exactly where the trees at
The J side of the to play side on the tray side, that where my Bs at

[Chorus: Sayla]
I’m me, I can't be what you thought I’d be
I owe my life to a world cold to me
Are we all free, are we? or are we dreaming?