Lyrics DREAM JOURNAL - AUGY

Had the strangest dream last night
Asked someone I didn't trust if I could cry
Nearly broke down but it just didn't feel right
Room full of people looking at a dollar sign then I woke up
Head pounding from coco
No powder just beans today
I am not giving up on my dreams today
Feeling real honest I'm not asleep today, nah

Tell me why they ignore me
Well I don't see the love that they show me
Feeling like y'all overlook me
And if you part of y'all you don't know me
You don't know me
I am not a popstar
Coulda been one at 17
Sure I want the bag but these people fake everything
Yea that's why I had to leave
There ain't no soul in those contracts
They flashy ass wedding rings

Don't bother checking in on me I'm probably in the future
I'm not a real person I'm a face in your computer
I water my garden and watch my neighbors go ballistic
But half of them would suck a dick to be in my position
I get women that you wouldn't believe and I don't even try
Narcissistic tendencies expected when you lived my life
And I won't even lie it causes hella problems
I'm far too empathetic to be a dog I just got options
Had to cut her off lord knows that she'd get louder
Told me to communicate I'm better off without her
And I be hella sensitive, I feel it when I'm penning it
And everyone on business shit
Could never get too interested uhhh
I wear emotions like a kelt
"I feel like augy hates me"
I do, go fuck yourself
The young don, buffalo soldier, just submarining
You left cuz you a bitch quit acting like you mistreated
I'm a self-aware lover who had to fight for his freedom
I take care of all my people y'all taking care of your weekend
I'm spending nights barely eating on some cliche "on the grind" shit
I wanna hit you back but its like
I never have the time shit its fucked
My judgement is jaded from time to time
I prioritized myself and now my people don't reply
I'm a humble soul in person but the track is where I'm high
So I'm better than these industry money plants in disguise

Tell me why they ignore me
Well I don't see the love that they show me
Feeling like y'all overlook me
And if you part of y'all you don't know me
You don't know me
I am not a popstar
Coulda been one at 17
Sure I want the bag but these people fake everything
Yea that's why I had to leave
There ain't no soul in those contracts
They flashy ass wedding rings