Lyrics:

I used to stress myself to sleep, **lf**Trying to catch or grab success**lf**Now I fight to leave this struggle**lf**Till the veins pop out my neck**lf**From me screaming at this microphone **lf**To get shit off my chest**lf**But at the time I couldn''t flow **lf**And almost nobody had my back**lf**Except my mama and she told me**lf**''Don''t ever give up having hope'' (I won''t)**lf**You can be a royal king if being a king is what you want**lf**So I soak my skin in ink **lf**On how I feel in desperation**lf**And I catch a couple Zs **lf**And I immerse and make a statement**lf****lf**And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds**lf**Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees**lf**And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water raging**lf**After the white church is shaking and the thunder lights the way**lf**And past the double doors that open **lf**Red velvet on the steeple**lf**The only dream of mine is living dreams out for my people**lf**So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows**lf**And I''ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreaming**lf****lf**Yeah I went to sleep in a broke down Ford **lf**With a cracked windshield and barely any money**lf**Now I catch shit from these folks **lf**For turning my life around and making myself something**lf**But I ain''t feeling bad, no not one bit**lf**If you ain''t helping yourself I don''t wanna hear shit**lf**''Cause I didn''t have help in Music City**lf**I''m a high school dropout, didn''t even finish**lf**No GED, no damn degree**lf**Now I''m talking to folks with perfect GPAs**lf**Asking me about choices they gotta **lf**Make while my voice on Rolling Stone magazine**lf**''Cause my face is a imagine of a genre **lf**Across this road in all these American streets**lf**And it freaks me out till I pinch my skin **lf**Just to make sure that this ain''t a dream**lf****lf**And I close my eyes and drift through the weeds**lf**Of the fields wide open with the owls and the trees**lf**And the snakes in the creeks got that muddy water raging**lf**After the white church is shaking and the thunder lights the way**lf**And past the double doors that open **lf**Red velvet on the steeple**lf**The only dream of mine is living dreams out for my people**lf**So let me grab a pillow and lay beneath the willows**lf**And I''ll tell you all about it when I wake up from Tennessee dreaming**lf****lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Oh, Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming**lf**Tennessee dreaming