Don’t stop now, keep dreamingI’m on my fifth brew and my rents due
Sixth and west roof
I can see it all
Hold on to my head, that’s my little dude
Look at kenzo swagging like it’s paw
One for the occasion and get ya good suit
Fuck your reservation
Bitch, I brought ’em all
Look at where you came from, californication
Since a little baby skating in boogie boards
And raiding your cookie jar, my radio analog
I wanted them nike’s
Mama got me lugzThis one’s for all the little dreamers
And the ones who never gave a fuck
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old reruns
And who cares your daddy couldn’t be here? 
Mama always kept the cable on
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old rerunsOne for the occasion
Fuck your reservation
Call up all the haters, it’s official
Californication, ever since a baby
Radio and the cable
I got the dish, tooThis one’s for all the little dreamers
And the ones who never gave a fuck
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old reruns
And who cares your daddy couldn’t be here? 
Mama always kept the cable on
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old rerunsDon’t stop now, keep dreamingThis one’s for all the little dreamers
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
And who cares your daddy couldn’t be here? 
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunchThis is the music that you gotta feel
Gave you the truth before I got a deal
No rabbit in a hat, it ain’t no magic, ain’t no Copperfield
More like a panther, Huey newton, Bobby Seale
Word to the free lunch, who knew what we would become? 
Who would be defunct? Which rumors would be debunked? 
Yeah, this is the music that you gotta feel
Yeah, gave you the truth before I got a deal
No rabbit in a hat, it ain’t no magic, ain’t no Copperfield
More like a panther, Huey Newton, Bobby Seale
Word to the free lunch, who knew what we would become? 
Who would be defunct? Which rumors would be debunked? 
Used to be scared of all my fears
‘Till I woke up from this nightmare
Now what become of a dream deferb
Now until we leave this earth
The music make your speakers burst
I always put my people first
It’s deep how when I speak they say
I’m preaching like I lead a church
No proper opposition, competition gonna need a nurse
My job as an artist is making miracles
To show you how to struggle poetic and make it lyrical
Crystallize the thought to make it clear to you
And make the revolution irresistibleThis one’s for all the little dreamers
And the ones who never gave a fuck
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old reruns
And who cares your daddy couldn’t be here? 
Mama always kept the cable on
I’m a product of the tube and the free lunch
Living room, watching old rerunsDon’t stop now, keep dreaming