[Intro]
We tripping man
Uh
Yau
Listen
Uh

[Verse 1]
We all came from the bottom, flesh, bones, all the same
Some wanna ride it to the top so people would say their names
They say that I'm insane, but I still won't lease my brain
I go home sleep, make my music and get my fame
And there's no one to blame if motherfucker doing nothing
Wasting his life away yeah, tell me boy that's something
When I first grab my pen I told myself I was gonna win
I don't know if that is real, but I'm so real that call me ideal

[Bridge]
Cash
They call me ideal
Tommy
Uh
Yo, yo
Uh

[Verse 2]
I don't chase the paper, I chase the fucking dream
Coming up with the mad flow that you never seen
I came up through the surface, please tell me it was on purpose
To real life in the service, this shit makes me nervous
This is my story, this is my song
If you feel motherfucker then you can't go wrong
All quiet, no sound, trying to scream, shit's profound
So lie down in [?] and my body screams underground
[Bridge]
Uh
Everybody gotta be so shy
What you better do is fucking reach aside
Preach aside
Reach inside
And I think you're gonna like what you will see inside

[Verse 3]
Foes they can't see me 'cause the vision ain't just 3D
And you can believe me, is that really Tommy?
First I started rapping, everybody was curious
Now I'm breaking through, everybody fuckin' furious
I call myself Tommy Cash, that's ironic
'Cause I'm broke as hell, I spend it all on chronic
I don't chase the paper, I chase the fucking dream
Come in up with the mad flow that you never seen
We young, wild and free, this is how we do it
Got only one life so I'm gonna use it
I'm gonna abuse it, choose the right way
Your journey to spend your life in, I stick the knife in
And tear my world apart in right there's my heart
In left my brain, but I can feel no pain
There's a smile on my face, but it's really no joke
Emptiness inside, in my eyes no hope
Then I party like a cowboy, party like a pope
Party till we're "Aha" out of dope
Pop a bottle of [?], now my mood getting better
Check my iPhone, she sent me a letter
She all that I wants, all what I need
And her perfume smells like the best bag of weed
She's my Mary Jane, making me insane
Close my eyes, this trip is swallowing my brain
[Outro]
This trip is swallowing my brain
Tommy Cash going insane