!dream denis rodman, lsd, 日光, 140p, codeine, cruelty

can somebody do peewee longway d*** deal ronald mcdonald dimly lit hallway

!dream Spider p***

!dream Bob Dylan, Basement Tapes, folk, Cyberpunk, Swamp, Louisiana, Misty, Cinematic, Volumetric Lighting, gas lamp, night, street, High Detail, Unreal Engine, 4k, 8k, Ray Tracing

!dream a highly detailed painting of two people walking closely together down a rain soaked cobbled street at night with one holding a lamp and the other smoking. The sky is beautifully detailed with stars and clouds. There are bars and churches along the side that offer a warm glow which bounces off the wet cobbled street. A horse carriage can be faintly seen through the fog that is growing

!dream Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

!dream painting of horses playing poker

!dream The Game and 2pac kissing

!dream Lebron James smacks police officer with a spoon

!dream Kanye West piggybacking on Kid Cudi

!dream Now the dunes are steadily rolling and the nations can't agree and all that's for the nation but nobody feels very sorry for me. If I lost everything I've owned on ale in Greece but I can't help it so at ease, my babe, she sure is standing. Now the holy book is written, oh, page, oh, by the page and as for a natural warning but nobody does yet understand. Just like Pharaoh and his armies, they were beat on a silent wrath. Yes and no bad wolf's gonna howl his way from the bawling. Off in some big cavern, I would sit and wait, calling our children outside, but I just don't mean to hesitate. Now if I was a man-strong leader, I would tend to bob in rage. Yet, the wild wolf, he'll still go wailing out by their names

!dream a very detailed painting of a beach with superheroes on it

!dream Kanye west as Spider-Man in Picasso style

!dream Well it's 9th and Hennepin and all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes. And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky like a tarp thrown all over this
And the broken umbrellas like dead birds
And the steam comes out of the grill like the whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos and everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And all the rooms they smell like diesel
And you take on the dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
And I hide on the stairway
And I hang in the curtain
And I sleep in your hat.
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girls behind the counter has a tattooed tear
One for every year he's away she said,
Such a crumbling beauty.
Awe, there's Nothing wrong with her that $100 won't fix.
She has that razor sadness that only gets worse
With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by.
And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
'Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen.
I've seen it all,
I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.

!dream Kylie Jenner eating a Wendy’s 4 for 4

!dream Tokyo, urban, neon green lights, vibrant, night, raining, glowing, outside strip club, vivid

!dream Tokyo, urban, neon green lights, vibrant, night, raining, vivid, rainy glass

!dream Tokyo, urban, neon green lights, vibrant, night, raining, outside, dark, vivid, reflection

!dream Tokyo, urban, neon green lights, vibrant, night, raining, airport, billboards, vivid

pac looks like steve harvey

!dream 17th century, oil painting, baroque, landscape, morning, carriages, cityscape, river, cloudy

!dream amorphous, vhs, corrupted, C64

!dream impressionist 18th century painting of a pond lavender chartreuse fuchsia fireflies twilight