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Orty - Midnight Dreams Lyrics



Orty - Midnight Dreams Lyrics




Busy Nights on a plane I see the city lights
These nights I think twice, I'm gassed up, like a green light
Pursuing' my dreams, these things
Not what it seem like, seems like I been livin' in a dream right?
That's what happens when you dedicated
See it turn from fiction to reality and I'm so focused on this shit at times I forget about a payout or even salary
I'm so far out my galaxy
(And I know)
I can only be mad at me
(And I know)
But I'm not finished with my story we not even on chapter three
Put myself in these positions like I signed up for academy
(How do I do it, and what's the key to my punchlines?)
Ya see they watchin' observing that's how they pick up on ya lingo and ya swagger
They study all your thinking and your anatomy
Why the f*ck you mad at me?
(The f*ck you mad at me, huh?)

At this point in time I could give a f*ck less you can throw me in the, throw me in arenas with the greats
I can't tell you that I'll win, but I'll tell you that ima give it best, before I even begin
I ain't focused on a dub, livin' lavish cause the time I spent, to write a rhyme with pens
I'm servin' verses at the kiosk, buy some condiments
Lyrics like the story of my life I'm writing documents
I ain't asking for a Grammy or a monument
Just, let me be, and, roll my weed, breathe, sshh
Everything you hear, is everything everything read
I would love to maybe turn up spit a free but my lyrics they ain't workin for free
Lyricism has a price
Take ya heart and ya mind, get caught up inside a bind
I'm fine, it ain't nothing new
I can see they judgin' and you judgin' too
F*ck it dude, man, ha, maybe I should judge em too

(This the shit I used to dream about for all my life, my life, and all my life, I never thought I would)
Crazy how it switch up from a hobby to a lifestyle, lifestyle
I don't look up to no rappers, only look up at the mic, take flight, when I record what I write
(Tonight, I)
Look up at the stars and the sky, think it all could be mine
If I invest into music and dedicate all my time
Motherf*ckers that would laugh at me gave me this kinda mentality and now they mad at me cause I'm actually gradually going up
Homie you can call me fake, I don't give a f*ck
Man that's just your opinion it will be gone in a minute I sit and watch it diminish
Give a f*ck about a critique only critique is me
You a hater and you watching, won't admit it to me
They say the sky is the limit so f*ck the world and throw so dynamite in it, I was just minding my business
They say I'm kinda just spittin, but I been doing this for like six years bitch!
Ain't no way that Ima quit!
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Busy Nights on a plane I see the city lights
These nights I think twice, I'm gassed up, like a green light
Pursuing' my dreams, these things
Not what it seem like, seems like I been livin' in a dream right?
That's what happens when you dedicated
See it turn from fiction to reality and I'm so focused on this shit at times I forget about a payout or even salary
I'm so far out my galaxy
(And I know)
I can only be mad at me
(And I know)
But I'm not finished with my story we not even on chapter three
Put myself in these positions like I signed up for academy
(How do I do it, and what's the key to my punchlines?)
Ya see they watchin' observing that's how they pick up on ya lingo and ya swagger
They study all your thinking and your anatomy
Why the f*ck you mad at me?
(The f*ck you mad at me, huh?)

At this point in time I could give a f*ck less you can throw me in the, throw me in arenas with the greats
I can't tell you that I'll win, but I'll tell you that ima give it best, before I even begin
I ain't focused on a dub, livin' lavish cause the time I spent, to write a rhyme with pens
I'm servin' verses at the kiosk, buy some condiments
Lyrics like the story of my life I'm writing documents
I ain't asking for a Grammy or a monument
Just, let me be, and, roll my weed, breathe, sshh
Everything you hear, is everything everything read
I would love to maybe turn up spit a free but my lyrics they ain't workin for free
Lyricism has a price
Take ya heart and ya mind, get caught up inside a bind
I'm fine, it ain't nothing new
I can see they judgin' and you judgin' too
F*ck it dude, man, ha, maybe I should judge em too

(This the shit I used to dream about for all my life, my life, and all my life, I never thought I would)
Crazy how it switch up from a hobby to a lifestyle, lifestyle
I don't look up to no rappers, only look up at the mic, take flight, when I record what I write
(Tonight, I)
Look up at the stars and the sky, think it all could be mine
If I invest into music and dedicate all my time
Motherf*ckers that would laugh at me gave me this kinda mentality and now they mad at me cause I'm actually gradually going up
Homie you can call me fake, I don't give a f*ck
Man that's just your opinion it will be gone in a minute I sit and watch it diminish
Give a f*ck about a critique only critique is me
You a hater and you watching, won't admit it to me
They say the sky is the limit so f*ck the world and throw so dynamite in it, I was just minding my business
They say I'm kinda just spittin, but I been doing this for like six years bitch!
Ain't no way that Ima quit!
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Writer: Zack Orton
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Performed By: Orty
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Zack Orton

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