Lyrics B.S. - B-Jay Banks

Its called ′The American Dream' becuase you have to be asleep to believe it

Tell them I need a drink on ice
A long way from chasing cheese off dice
In them hall ways where they go to feed that vice
Ain′t much sleep at night

It was gun fire all through the streets at night
Now I meditate for a little peace at night

This shit feel like "Blue Laces"
One thing I learned this year was watch these new faces
And niggas with 2 faces
I'm having that money brought to me now in them suitcases
Im ready, just tied my shoe laces

I'm too faded as I sit and watch the world in silence
Look at the drugs and violence
We been hit with a virus
Way before sickness found its way

We′ve been digging our own grave
We been going ′bout all this the wrong way
We been on the wrong page

Now they say Quarantine, bitch I been on my own wave
But I now, more than ever, see we've been in our own way

Gotta know yourself and know you′re a God, nigga
We ain't come here to play, nah we came here to pod, nigga
These thoughts dwell among the stars, nigga
I brought some vibes you ain′t know I could provide
Sound like we need a cigar, nigga

Ain't got it on me but it might be in the car with us
Looking at your broad, I might wanna have a minaj with her

That′s for the record
She gone dress it up for me in lingerie with the leopard
Send the addy, Im stepping

Whats real anymore? The world's up side down
Its hard to even see the up side now
'Cause we conditioned to The Bullshit

The Bullshit
Bullshit (Bullshit)

We pay attention to the Bullshit
The Bullshit
Bullshit

Think we addicted to the Bullshit
The Bullshit
Bullshit

They sell disease and the cure, man these niggas on some Bullshit
Bullshit
Bullshit