Текст песни Dayroom Daydreams - SPM

Harris County Jail Baby just chilling in the dayroom thinking about
Life thinking how I'm going to do shit differently, man it's a trip,
It don't stop, I know you haters wish it would,
But it don't, let's get this hoe crunk my nigga

What would I do on the day I'm out
Brand new start go straight to moms house
Homemade tortillas with hugs and kisses
I wonder what happened to all my old bitches
I got closer to my wife in prison
And I promise that I'll never make the same decisions
Its fucked up when you have a family
But you never come home, and you live un-happy
God blesses me with things I took for granted
And talent that had me living like J Clapton
But all the money only brought more problems
The house the Versace's and the watch with diamonds
It turned friends into jealous playa haters
Pull up in a Benz man and everything changes
Money turns life into a fake ass movie
You can have it if you want it you don't have to sue me

Dayroom Daydreams it's all so clear
No weed to blind me not even a beer
Feelings so much stronger than my yesterdays
I just pray when I'm home that it'll stay this way

I think of my past ways and all of the past days
Before I could see I had to go through my last phase
They say you don't miss things until you lose them
Like swanging 84's through the streets of Houston
But to tell you the truth I don't miss my life
Always thinking man, I know I'm gonna die tonight
Probably over a bitch or a nigga that's mad
Cuz he's been rapping 20 years and don't got what I have
Be careful what you ask for you might just get it
I used to dream of having money now look how I dread it
I feel sorry for the people that I see on TV
Trying to front like they happy but it just can't be
The happiest people wake up early each day
And work 8 hours making regular pay
On weekends the watch the little league pitcher
A fish with a friend you can't get no richer

Dayroom Daydreams it's all so clear
No weed to blind me not even a beer
Feelings so much stronger than my yesterdays
I just pray when I'm home that it'll stay this way

They see all the wrong in the way they was livin
They promise everybody if they get the chance
They won't even give they old life a second glance
They call the walls unit the revolving door
Cuz so many convicts come back for more
I guess they forget how hard freedom can be
Over here we get three meals and pretty good tea
Clean clothes hot showers chess tournaments
No one banging at your door screaming for the rent
If I didn't have a beautiful wife and kids
I probably wouldn't give a fuck about the time they give
And I know that sounds off forgive me god
I just want a simple life with a decent job
And now that we're closer I hope we get close
You're the god of Abraham Isaac and joseph

Dayroom Daydreams it's all so clear
No weed to blind me not even a beer
Feelings so much stronger than my yesterdays
I just pray when I'm home that it'll stay this way