die
die
die young
{to die young} x2

{Verse 1}

See there’s a difference in my madness
the object of this sadness
was super hazy problems i had dealing with the raddest
mixtape dropping out the anus
of milwaukee’s golden palace
but now i like this throne i could get used to crazy dancing
i’m the biggest fan of overcast
casting all my dreams into an itty bitty bottle
that the doubters tried to guzzle fast
hover craft, hover craft
i’m gryffindor’s rejected brat
so slytherin don took me in and now i’m on this darkened path
but, got, damn!
this must be the calling of a different sam
this must be the awning that i’m withheld in
withstanding and floating at the same time, damn
multitasking freshest man
freakishly
frolicking
through my fucked up brain
tryna nitpick at the moments that tripped me out insane
now i’m approving these calls from people with different names
and all i should be is happy i think that’s shits sinking in like....

{Chorus 1}

{i’m crawling out of this space
no more slave shifts in my way
young n***a don finessed his age
all along he had the juice
no more hiding in his cave
(like)
{this calls
this calls
for endless celebrations} x2
i’ll be okay son
i’m just making waves son
this calls
this calls
for endless celebrations} x2

{Verse 2}

And i promise
this is not a pop record
this is just for the hating
cold heartedly hecklers
this is what will play on my way to the gates
up in heaven
and if that exists or not i’m just banking in on this destined
journey i just been pressin'
madlib quasimoto bolo ties
i’m tryna invest in
invent the hardest van gogh piece and DIP!
ear off and errythen
see this is the real sam
but sam is just the same when shit be going crazy insane
and i
fall flat
on my feet again
my conscious still intact
god damn this the best feeling
i’ve felt since back
tunnel visions pitched black
my whole world crushing in
to compact discs play that
daymares please play that.
(uh)
one time for the vivid pictures
i’m painting with my visions
could be dark
could be light
{just know this shit right here?
this shit i’m spitting my life} x2
{Chorus 2}

{i’m crawling out of this space
no more slave shifts in my way
young n***a don finessed his age
all along he had the juice
no more hiding in his cave
(like)
{this calls
this calls
for endless celebrations} x2
i’ll be okay son
i’m just making waves son
this calls
this calls
for endless celebrations} x3

.... End shoutouts...

thanks for listening to "Daymares"