Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil & Boo Bonic
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil & Boo Bonic
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
Ricky Hil
[Intro]
Daydream
Fading pages from the [?]
They call me a killa
[Verse]
A bitch is leanin', like Ginger in Casino
[?] close to the toast that I lean for
Hand full of of pills [?] keep me throw
OG smoke is what I chief, yo
Take a toke of the Backwood and you'll breathe slow
All these bitches get us, caught us, what they cheat for
CT hippies, hell yeah, that's what I speak for
They don't need drugs what they need me for
On morphine, lost like before
Now they killed herself at the house by the seashore
Cut her neck and her wrist so she bleed more
And she knew she'd be the whore that we weep for
But we don't cry for her
No more
Found myself dreamin' and my hope is on the floor
But fuck it, I gotta make it back home
I couldn't count all the downers that I'm on
[Chorus x2]
Daydreams
You see
I thought it was, but it can't be
They thought they knew, but it ain't me
It ain't me
It ain't
Ain't me