[Intro]

Yeah, h.b., uhh...

[Hodgy beats]

God said I'm great, thou shall not hate

So I love everybody beefin with me like steak

I chase after cake while your girl lick the icing

She go both ways, like she motorcycling

Without the motor, so she bicycle

(Taco) in her mouth while she ride (pickles)

I kick push, nigga, my hodg' fickle

If you contemplate suicide - fuck it; I'm a die with you

I'd rather eat glass than squeeze and pull the trigger

Call a competition to see, who's the cooler nigga

I'm ice cold - similar to frozen

Got a nice flow (nice flow) similar to golden

I'm like a goldfish, we all the same color

I'm just like your brother or significan't other

I work hard to provide grub on the table

Turn impossible to possible, if I'm able to.

[Chorus]

I must be dreamin, yeah

I said I must be dreamin - why?

I must be dreamin - heh

I must be dreamin - nigga wake up!

[Hodgy beats]

I just turned legal and she must have turned evil

Life's a practice so I'm on the court shootin free throws

Cause when the game come, is when the rain come

When it rains it pours, I wonder when the fame come

I'm a be writin to an instrumental, different snares, same drums

Bangin 'til I'm dry, and my brain's numb

Fuck another computer clap, I need a snare

It sound like I'm smackin on the ass while I'm pullin on her hair

I don't think she like it, the way that she stare

But I continue with my program because I don't care (fuck her!)

I'm so damn tight, like a fat nigga in skinnies

Or a hoochie chick, with her skirt extra skimpy

Music is (ren) motherfucker I'm (stimpy)

Pimpin the game, never let the game pimp me

Like a pimp squeak on 6th street, tryin to play the slot

If there's money involved best believe I'm gon' take your spot.

[Chorus]

Damn... now? damn, uhh

Damn wake up nigga!

I must be dreamin, wake up nigga, wake up (wake up!)

Ay, I must be dreamin - ay nigga get up man

Wake up, get up man!

[Hodgy beats]

I'm tarzan on the mic, odd future the gorillas

Niggaz do it for the fame, when I do it for the children

Takin over runnin the game, like a fuckin pilgrim

Knockin down the huts, in the ranger for some buildings

Grippin the grain, yeah my grain's ingrained

I chase dreams I can't stop it, understand what you mean

I'm busy on the scene while you tryin to be seen

We all have addictions and, I'm the type that fiends

Not the type that schemes and plays people like a cello

The mellow hella ghetto runnin free in the meadows

I picture me framed countin hundreds, in a falsetto

Instead of a chick opening up like, rose petals

I trust no one, sittin with my lonesome

No congo drums, tyler kicked another sample

Beatin so hard that your motherfuckin amp blows

Hustlers on the corner, and (the lady and the tramp) knows

Nigga!

[Tyler, the creator]

Forever, yeah

Hodgy beats, tyler the creator

Yeah

Like, umm, g

You fuckin next man

You the golden boy in this rap shit

Don't let these motherfuckers tell you any different

Odd future, peace.