Devin Miles - Blue Dream (Phoniks Remix) lyrics

[Prod. by Phoniks] [Verse 1: Devin Miles] Woke up in a trance Took a hit of that plant held as long as I can Exhale then inhale through my nostrils That inhale ain't nothin' I got that from France Last night got as high as I could cause they tell me I can't Told me avoid those d** but I swear that they don't understand f** it I'm rolling again Weight of the world on my shoulder you notice I hold it Stress mixed in that smoke and then float away No more pain swear that this medical potent You can tell I've been chosen to lead I speak for my team Got blue dreams and my hustle is yellow so that equals green Bow to my regime God damn I've been stressin' this [?] in me [Verse 2: Anti-Lilly] Split it and feel it I'm still smokin' put it up in the air My feelings in the open Swishas and feelings just really be the only ones that be riding with me No easy bottoms I'm just taking the easy getting higher Time is slowin' Sayin' it's bad for my health but n***as dying every day And I don't think there's nothing wrong with really trying to fly away I'm focused on finding my way Imma lie with my faith but sh** it got away Had a blue dream that I was with a white lady And her husband just died I broke her down and we started rolling around But she ain't never hit the ground I kept her cozy yeah inside sh** we broke and lonely Sometimes As I sit in this four corner room lighting a candle I wonder if I could handle I wish it was only a handful my hand's full But still I go along for the ride [Hook] (repeated) Last night I had a blue dream [Verse 3: Anti-Lilly] I get a clip from the ash tray I just had another bad day Well everyday is like a bad day The joy gone I would all go the bad way This sh** weighs too much on my shoulders Remembering I gotta be a soldier f** the light bill I'm like Bill Somethin' ain't getting paid never been a problem for a smoker Marijuana for the odor It's like I only smell it when I'm sober Thinking to myself and I'm noticing That I'm becoming even more of a loner I really wouldn't mind a pot of gold To be real I would settle for a clover But knowin' me a n***a prolly try to smoke it Trynna figure where I lost focus But it's not hopeless Matter fact I'm just floatin' With both of my feet on the ground My life has been bitter with fillers I figured the bitter would leave if a sweet is around And I don't really know God When I'm down Mary is the name I call out I think I need to pay [?] I'm looking at an empty bag man I'm all out [Hook]