In Your Dreams - Spose, Chris Webby

I used to have work clothes, looking like I rolled in a dirt road

Boss was in jerk-mode now I got fans in the first row

Used to blaze two in a prelude

With my eyes all glassy like a space-suit

Spittin', gettin' pissy like a drug test

Sippin' on a blood red Bud Hev'

But I’m the best on the beats, it’s destined to be

S to the P, O to the S to the E

Emceed, got cash for my speech

I never went to sleep without grass in my cleats

I been earning a permanent place and I’m taking it passionately

But my biceps are looking like Avril Lavigne’s

I rep for Maine rap, I’m yet to change that

Sweat where my taint at, yep, the same cat

Jizzing on her vertebrae the way I came back

If he ain’t wack, he must have «Spizzy» on the name tag

I been spittin' what the citizens livin'

And my vision isn’t primitive, is it?

It’s like visitin'

When I deliver uninhibited rivetin' images

Of villagers' children, I got definitive scribblin'

Opponents groaning when I’m holding paper

I think they’re unfamiliar with my nomenclature

All these hating thug rappers give me love after

And my raps attract biters like a bug zapper

[Hook: Spose &

Chris Webby

They told me in your dreams

Would I ever get to do this rap shit

Kept my head up and looked right past it

And I don’t know about you

But I know I wanna do what I love

And I’ma do it till the day that I’m done

They told me in your dreams

Would I ever get to live this life

So I’m just making sure I’m living it right

And I don’t know about you

But I’ma keep my trees rolled up

At the top, looking down like, «What!?»

You can find me posted up as a trace, and I stay in the cut

Fat dutch with my hand on my nuts

Wear a watch just ‘cause, I don’t look at it much

Shit, I don’t «slap a the bass,» yo, I’m never in a rush — get it?

Just a stoner, no college diploma

But got a jar that’s full of sour with a godly aroma

Got a load of bullshit I gotta deal with on the daily

Success is a motherfuckin' double edged blade, B

That’s how it is, just a matter of fact

I’m a humble dude, yo, I just happen to rap

And I do it to the fullest, what’s the matter with that?

Shit, I put the work in, let me gather my stacks

Shouts to Maine, OOB

From the 207 to the 203

Doing me, kicks clean when I step up in the scene

Fucking with me?

In your dreams!

Bitch, Webby!

[Hook: Spose &

Chris Webby

They told me in your dreams

Would I ever get to do this rap shit

Kept my head up and looked right past it

And I don’t know about you

But I know I wanna do what I love

And I’ma do it till the day that I’m done

They told me in your dreams

Would I ever get to live this life

So I’m just making sure I’m living it right

And I don’t know about you

But I’ma keep my trees rolled up

At the top, looking down like, «What!?»

I met some snakes in the apple like the first couple

Burned in that kerfuffle, learned the ropes and turnbuckles

So not to burst bubbles, but you must be wylin'

If you think I will be silent like the word «subtle»

I risked $ 100,000 on Spose, bros

If you’re not «all in» on you, you oughta fold

Hunkered in my bunker tryna get it

Until I’m light-headed as spelunkers in a crevice

I got crowds yelling back like we’re bickering

Because I spit the shit that’s sicker than a chick who’s sniffling

The formula’s a simple thing, you get the tickets, sit, and then you sip a drink

I spit the hits that get you tickled pink around the nipple ring

Let me show you where Maine is

I’m from the pines, got lines like a flame-broiled angus

I slang language, been sellin' it from the genesis

Be ready ‘cause I’m heavy as Webby in the Connecticut

Scene, but by L.L. Bean, they said IN YOUR DREAMS

[Hook: Spose &

Chris Webby

Would I ever get to do this rap shit

Kept my head up and looked right past it

And I don’t know about you

But I know I wanna do what I love

And I’ma do it till the day that I’m done

They told me in your dreams

Would I ever get to live this life

So I’m just making sure I’m living it right

And I don’t know about you

But I’ma keep my trees rolled up

At the top, looking down like, «What!?»