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LIVIN THE DREAM

"LIVIN THE DREAM" Lyrics by Qveen Herby

Woke up with views of the city

Top of the hill, shit is crazy

Thinkin’ ’bout hard times have made me

And, somehow, I became the boss

I pick up my check and go

I got a roof to roll

I swipe my Black Card at the Balenciaga Store

I don’t make dinner anymore

That’s what the chief here for

I didn’t always have it, but I still kinda miss

Just rollin’ in our mouse car knowin’ we were rock stars

Didn’t have the cash for gas, we had to hit the Coinstar

Makin’ big plans, ten bucks in my hand

And workin’ through the weekend

When we were broke as hell, when we were singin’ on the street

It was the best of times, McDonald’s booths had weed

We built it all ourselves, cheap smoke and strong caffeine

It felt like new bullshit then, but we were livin’ the dream

Learned how to steer this Mercedes

Workin’ all those hours at the valet (at the valet)

Never let prosperity change me (neva’ change me)

I worked like I could lose it all (like I could lose it all)

I pick up my check and go

I got a roof to roll

I swipe my Black Card at the Balenciaga Store

I don’t make dinner anymore

That’s what the chief here for

I didn’t always have it, but I still kinda miss

Just rollin’ in our mouse car knowin’ we were rock stars

Didn’t have the cash for gas, we had to hit the Coinstar

Makin’ big plans, ten bucks in my hand

And workin’ through the weekend (workin’ through the weekend)

When we were broke as hell, when we were singin’ on the street

It was the best of times, McDonald’s booths had weed

We built it all ourselves, cheap smoke and strong caffeine

It felt like bullshit then, but we were livin’ the dream

Rollin’ in our mouse car knowin’ we were rock stars

Didn’t have the cash for gas, we had to hit the Coinstar

Makin’ big plans, ten bucks in my hand

And workin’ through the weekend (workin’ through the weekend)

When we were broke as hell, when we were singin’ on the street

It was the best of times, McDonald’s booths had weed

We built it all ourselves, cheap smoke and strong caffeine

It felt like bullshit then, but we were livin’ the dream

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