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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I wake up sweating in a room I know
Posters peeling, little TV glow
Same hallway, same door won’t open
Every night rerun, same scene, still broken
Mama in the kitchen, but her face turned gray
Brother on the staircase, fading away
I’m running in sand, legs heavy like chains
Clock on the wall got my last name
Every time I blink, I’m back in that seat
Classroom laugh track, eyes on me
Teacher says “speak,” but the words freeze up
Whole crowd quiet, then they all stand up
[Chorus]
I don’t know about their dreams
I just keep seeing mine
Same old streets in my sleep
Same old loops in my mind
If your sky turns black at night
I can’t see your side, it seems
I don’t know about their dreams
I only wake up in my dreams (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Got a stage in my head, but the mic don’t work
Mouth moving hard, but it all sound slurred
Phone in my hand, but the names blur out
Try to hit call, but it shuts me down
Sometimes I’m rich, big house, big yard
Open up the safe, it’s a deck of cards
Sometimes I’m broke in a gold suit, laughing
Camera flash bright, but it’s all just acting
See my ex in the crowd, but her eyes look new
She know secrets ’bout a me I never knew
She say, “Boy, you’re a stranger to the scenes you keep”
Then she walks straight through me, leaves me in the seat
[Chorus]
I don’t know about their dreams
I just keep seeing mine
Same old streets in my sleep
Same old loops in my mind
If your sky turns black at night
I can’t see your side, it seems
I don’t know about their dreams
I only wake up in my dreams (oh)
[Bridge]
Maybe you flying
Maybe you fall
Maybe you standing
Naked in a hall
All I got is this private movie
Same weird wounds that keep running through me
[Chorus]
I don’t know about their dreams
I just keep seeing mine
Same old streets in my sleep
Same old loops in my mind
If your sky turns black at night
I can’t see your side, it seems
I don’t know about their dreams
I only wake up in my dreams (only my dreams)
Details
GeneratedJan 22, 2026
Duration3:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody boom-bap with dusty vinyl crackle and a thick, swinging kick-snare pocket; male vocals sitting upfront, intimate and close. Minimal piano stabs and a shadowy bassline under the verses, hook blooms with airy vocal layers and a subtle choir pad. Slow head-nod tempo, late-night energy, leaving room for breathy ad-libs and conversational flow.
Credits
Prompt by
OrganicSignal300
OrganicSignal300ModelAria v5
Prompt
I don't know anything about other people's dreams. The only dreams I see are my own, male, rap
