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sometimes a cruise
But some day you find there ain't no time to lose
Stamps in the passport, man on the move
World in the palm of my hand, and parts on my

dates use to be the worst days people trynna infiltrate on what I got Moving
Chasing dreams becoming way less lucid
They said I can't do it same people

Young Fun

Warren G

Take a Look Over Your Shoulder

1997

shoulder 

[Chorus: x2] 
Young, dumb, full of fun 
Dumb diddy dumb diddy you'll get done 

Livin' this life 
I can't help but dis my dream 
Maybe

a punishment
Not as fun it used to seem
Now everyday is like a lucid dream
Same feeling back when Stan brought his PlayStation over
Final Fantasy seven summons

take)
From when you’re awake ‘til the end of the day ('til the end of the day)
Once it’s said and done with decisions you make (decisions you make)
It

break cause we'll soon be landing
Best of all it's only two us there ain't room for y'all and we been up for days ain't had time to fall
Only time for

a game or two
Now level with me
A lucid dreamer in these streets where niggas die from envy
Too much
From not enough support, or later on when you get it

being ignored and pushed
Around by the label

They then sent us all to Orlando
To rehearse and write eight
Hours a day for our first
Record half -way

this shit
Like really get on this shit
Like we didn't have the opportunity back in the day to
Wit a madness inside
I'll mastermind the plan of the time

to the people I'm never losing
I'm rolling around on Lucy feeling lucid, I
Shouldn't be driving I'm wilding cus I took two hits, I'm
One with the earth and I feel

dreary, so sad and blunt
Frozen lineaments as you remember
Your roots, brighter days long gone
The sweet taste of old memories
Lucid dreams in the midnight

dreary, so sad and blunt
Frozen lineaments as you remember
Your roots, brighter days long gone
The sweet taste of old memories
Lucid dreams in the midnight

Talkin' World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 6: Bob Dylan Live 1964 - Concert at Philharmonic Hall

2004

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words

Talking World War III Blues

Bob Dylan

Don't Look Back

1967

One time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he

lucid 
I'm rooted by all my blessings 
My curses.. found some true in
My verses.. more than music
My purpose come with a movement
Chad P:
Through

left off
Cuss everybody’s got dreams, losing sleep to make em lucid
New seasons, new themes to the music
Trying to be like Christ in the vine or I’m

improving and Imma prove it now
Put my heart and soul in this music, I'll never lose it
Chasin' dreams and every one of em lucid, I got the vision now
People

life can be elusive cause my dreams are always lucid
But I know a thing for sure that can really up the ante
Stand right by my side let me take you

I had a lucid dream
That’s a dream you can control
And in this dream
All I did was stay alive forever
I’m not going to wake up ‘til
The day we die

We used to see the star stream on cupid's wings
Now I can only say I'm sorry in these lucid dreams
The second you'd leave I'd dream a nightmare
I

the dreams were lucid 
Ducking to it 
Falling on my knees 
Buckling, losing 
Cause without you my blood’s frozen 
Arteries sewn shut
My chest cut open 
Tried

found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing

Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,

by
For moseying back in dreams where
Seeing us lost and scared
He put his hand on our shoulders
And pointed us to the temple across town

feels like a dream
Nothing's what it seems
I'm lonely
I'll be missing you in the morning
And all day
I hate we had to part ways
I hate we had to separate