me dreaming, scheming, loving, hating, complicated I'm so sick and tired of waiting Is this a good dream? Feels like a bad dream This ain't no good dream
things you never thought you woulda' seen I took you off the scene, sold you a dream You bought that wit out no cream We a match made, like George and
ghetto) Hollywood! Havin money in the ghetto I got money baby, just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin nice I always hit the town wit my boy
never did understand A boy called alice I know a boy called alice A boy called alice I know a boy called alice A boy called alice I know a boy called alice A boy
dream Love is the great divide Come clean, come clean I know where you've been Slipping and stepping inside Come clean, come clean I know that you dream
inside Never sleep with your windows open Never tell them you cry Never tell them that you feel lonely Coz they'll spit in your eye I love you I used to dream
I'll put on my warpaint - and they'll listen to me Next time I'll tell my mama With a baby on my knee (say gay) I'll sweep and clean and dress my dream
Boy I know your secrets Though you brag and swagger And you lay women down You're the same tough guy That cried in my arms And kissed me when the lights
As I walk this land of broken dreams I have visions of many things Happiness is just an illusion Filled with sadness and confusion What becomes of the
How did it all go so wrong? It was nothing like this on the Tv screen I can hear my mothers voice, hear her crying in the wind saying boy, baby boy,
Your love is what I am Can I eat it? Your love is what I am Can I swim in it? Your love is what I am Did I dream it? Your love is what I am Sweet
[Intro] OKAY! Fuck it, I don't care. The Appeal! When I fucking came to this fucking country, All I had was a dollar and a dream. [Verse 1:] We need
killing my ? I hope you built the coffin I got virgin learns please excuse the coughin Think I?m bout to blow, they call me George ? boston Respect is
... This shit right here... The Roc Army... Dame Dash Presents... The Dream Team niggaz... Word... [samples from "We Are the Champions" used by Dream
Your boy rhyme now, and it's fine now, we out dat there Fuck that Access car I'mma work extra hard to turn that into a platinum express car You can have sweet dreams at night Your boy
joy Western girls, makes me glad I'm a good ole boy Western girls, the best I've ever seen Western girls, every cowboy's dream Jukebox, dance floor,
boy Or at least I thought I was Till I, flew into save her and met my opponent I'm fightin' with myself, don't offer them condolence I'm dreamin'. (
Dreams is screaming demons hearing death whispers hello My shell's strong, my soul's green lantern wearing yellow hello week A hell week pledging for
