Текст песни Camomile Dreams - Crisis Renegade

No sleep but i kinda feel alive with them
No rest for the wicked out here motherfucker
Still broken but my brothers on the street with the product
I am on fleek dont speak on your offers
I was doa bro better call a doctor
Gonna die before i even get to speak do me honour
Call my cholo for the green rolie rollie
Pray preach no preist holy holy
Oh man i wanna marry erika na she aint from america you now me
I be chilling with my brother fuck the police
Moment of silece for the real that are phoney
Back to the businees
Im seeing no competition
Im back to back with the wisdom
Cook flow up in the kitchen

Having camomile dreams on the road
No home for me no more no
No home for me no more no
Having camomile dreams on the road

So im laying fact no factors i aint seeing them
Say they are the reason to beleive got no belifs in them
Walking on a road that is different
Aint toking guns and prison
Addressing race division
And trying to see my vision
This is real life
Same voices in my head
Same voices that dont let me go to bed
The same voices that dont let me slip
Straight off the lip im motivated i be working hard instead
So homie what you saying
Oh your boy is a beast
Shout bo bo bo like im coming from the east
Now you dont ever speak the speech that speak
Tounge twisters got 1 sister my love for her is deep
Give me space why you standing on my feet
Tryna paint a picture pace my self with the beat
Like hold how this boy follwing his dream tho
How this boy running on the ground with no feet though

Having camomile dreams on the road
No home for me no more no
No home for me no more no
Having camomile dreams on the road