[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)

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.

Only My Dreams