paroles de chanson Basketball Dreams (Remix) [feat. Eli Fross] - Sleepy Hallow feat. Eli Fross

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

(Basketball dreams)
(I hit the block and shot a different type of three)

Look, huh
'Member I had basketball dreams, uh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Said they love me, I don't know what that mean, huh
Started ballin', now these bitches playing D, huh

Smokin' gas so my pockets never E
I'm in somethin' fast, and it's probably AMG, huh
Fear no man, I know everybody bleed, huh
Stuck up in my ways, I'm a different type of breed, huh

I'm the wave, I hope everybody see, huh
Ocean on my neck, I pull up smoking out the B, huh
But she want me to fuck and make her famous
She think I made it
That's the reason when I pull up she be naked, uh

She gon' throw it to me, never take it
And my pockets full of dead niggas' faces
(Mm-mm, never take it)
(And my pockets full of dead niggas' faces)

Look 'member I had basketball dreams, uh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Said they love me, I don't know what that mean, huh
Started ballin', now these bitches playing D, huh

Smokin' gas so my pockets never E
I'm in somethin' fast, and it's probably AMG, huh
Fear no man, I know everybody bleed, huh
(Stuck up in my ways, I'm a different type of breed, huh)

Yeah, yeah I'm a different type of breed
And shoutout to my moms, she had a different type of seed
My family built different, got a different type of tree
Had a dream to play the A, but then I started bangin' Bs

Hol' up, huh
Yeah, it was hard for you to see
That storm was getting stronger, still gon' push by any means
Ain't ballin' for no trophy, got a trophy for the streets
Ain't get to go to college, but the judge gave me degrees

Got a emotional budget, I can't go over that
And you could call me a addict 'cause I always play the trap
Sometimes I trip on my doley, so I just smoke the pack
And I don't lean on no shoulders, I just be sippin' that

And you know that I know that, you know that I know that
You know that I know that the drugs be gettin' to me
And you know that I know that, you know that I know that
I be fucked up, so good luck

Baby, I feel good on my worst day
And everyday I fuck her good like it's her birthday
And niggas out here always bitchin' 'bout them storm days
Lil' nigga, I still be punchin' through them earthquakes (earthquakes)

'Member I had basketball dreams, uh
I hit the block and shot a different type of three, huh
Said they love me, I don't know what that mean, huh
Started ballin', now these bitches playing D, huh

Smokin' gas so my pockets never E
I'm in somethin' fast, and it's probably AMG, huh
Fear no man, I know everybody bleed, huh
Stuck up in my ways, I'm a different type of breed, huh