Everything you need to know about the Super Bowl can be found in the rap hit “Dreams and Nightmares,” by Meek Mill. But which more truthfully could be named after a line in the song: "The Murder Game" or "All I Know Is Murder."
Everything about how far professional football has fallen and how the NFL celebrates the obscene, the vulgar, the dangerous, and the foolish will be on full display as that song blares as the Eagles take the field.
This song that the Eagle players have chosen is about guns, drugs, money, bitches, and murder, over and over and over. Just like the rest of Meek Mill songs, which also include a healthy dollop of the evils of the white man. The Eagles will enter the playing field while their 'team song' is playing.
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said: “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, fu*ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me “Get ’em!”, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
Cute, huh?
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said: “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, fu*ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me “Get ’em!”, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
Cute, huh?
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