John Anthony, Lydia Caesar - In My Dreams Lyrics

What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain?
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name
My name
Fuck the love songs bitch, I am done, retiring
I'm tired of keeping my fucking eyes from crying
I've been defiant my whole life, I'm trying to hide it
But somewhere deep down inside, I got that urge to find it
I'm getting angry off the verse, I like it
Aggression to this pen, to the words I write with
I'm inking out the blood and it hurts but I've been
Through a hella lot worse, let me first rewind it
See hip hop's more than music, it's a forming culture
But somehow to me it feels like it's insorting torture
I would force my ass to just go sit in the corner and start writing
Until your hands numb and sore
And more pain would enter my brain
Straight in the veins of my arms, am I insane?
Somebody get the chain and just hold me back
I ain't full of crap
I just feel like in a way I'm controlled in rap
What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain? (What you know about it, dawg?)
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name, (Yeah)
My name
I'm in a love, hate relationship but I don't want out
It's fucking toxic but I'm hoping we can work this shit out
You make me happy when I'm just able to write my shit down
But when I get writer's block, I'm fucking screaming and shout
(Like what in the fuck?)
I'm getting sick of this shit
I'm fucking twenty seconds away from just saying I quit
And taking all my fucking lyrics and just tear 'em to shit
Grab the microphone and chuck it at the audio kit
I'm fucking losing it, this fire's gonna burn when it's swarming
'Cause I am tired of waking up at like three in the morning
And pacing around in my room, with a bottle of Foreman's
I'm fighting back with my conscience but I'm just trying to ignore 'em
So yeah
I'm not saying maybe I do not got it
'Cause I know I can murder any rapper, animal, object
It doesn't matter
Middle finger to the game, I want it to understand
I'm about to put a ring right on it
What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain? (What you know about it, dawg?)
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name
My name

What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain?
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name
My name
Fuck the love songs bitch, I am done, retiring
I'm tired of keeping my fucking eyes from crying
I've been defiant my whole life, I'm trying to hide it
But somewhere deep down inside, I got that urge to find it
I'm getting angry off the verse, I like it
Aggression to this pen, to the words I write with
I'm inking out the blood and it hurts but I've been
Through a hella lot worse, let me first rewind it
See hip hop's more than music, it's a forming culture
But somehow to me it feels like it's insorting torture
I would force my ass to just go sit in the corner and start writing
Until your hands numb and sore
And more pain would enter my brain
Straight in the veins of my arms, am I insane?
Somebody get the chain and just hold me back
I ain't full of crap
I just feel like in a way I'm controlled in rap
What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain? (What you know about it, dawg?)
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name, (Yeah)
My name
I'm in a love, hate relationship but I don't want out
It's fucking toxic but I'm hoping we can work this shit out
You make me happy when I'm just able to write my shit down
But when I get writer's block, I'm fucking screaming and shout
(Like what in the fuck?)
I'm getting sick of this shit
I'm fucking twenty seconds away from just saying I quit
And taking all my fucking lyrics and just tear 'em to shit
Grab the microphone and chuck it at the audio kit
I'm fucking losing it, this fire's gonna burn when it's swarming
'Cause I am tired of waking up at like three in the morning
And pacing around in my room, with a bottle of Foreman's
I'm fighting back with my conscience but I'm just trying to ignore 'em
So yeah
I'm not saying maybe I do not got it
'Cause I know I can murder any rapper, animal, object
It doesn't matter
Middle finger to the game, I want it to understand
I'm about to put a ring right on it
What you know about hard work?
Hey
What you know about pain? (What you know about it, dawg?)
Hey
It ain't worth it if it don't hurt
Nah, nah, no, no
'Cause in my dreams, the whole world knows my name
My name
My name