Desean Dreams (Intro)

Eyes closed, y’all telling me to wake up
Head down ever since I got a paycut
Tax man at my door every day tryna get away
Knocking all day 'cause they want me to pay
Locked in my house, locked in the town
Lock my tax reports underground
Hearing voices in my sleep saying that I gotta flee
Soon I gotta leave or Imma see the police
All the money in the bank’s withdrawn
Can’t hide out like this for too long
If I leave, who’ll mow the lawn?
When they gonna notice that I’m gone?
Damn
Sitting in my kitchen, heard sirens down the street
Got my fake Vans on, run across the concrete
Whole block covered in tax agents and police
Called Zach back into the PT to retreat
Snuck in through the back when they wasn’t looking
Time’s running out fast, gotta get cooking
Heard 'em pounding at the door we should just book it
Hopefully they overlook it, tax reports I just took it
It’s too early for this
He’s laying dreaming and the situation is disastrous
4:30 AM, this is when I go to bed
Whole house is surrounded, they probably want us dead
Waited too long, now we dealing with the feds
Owing 10 grand, to the IRS
They tryna foreclose my pop-up tent
Any paycheck that I get would be heavensent
Can’t pay the taxes, let alone the rent
And we still up against that wall of debt
Desean
Desean we gotta go, come on
Come on Desean