Lyrics:
morning, with a different name
So I ran to the mirror, and saw the same old face
This is impossible no one can take my place
Dreaming dead presidents, so I
was fourteen
Dreaming of my moment poet studying the greats
Motivated by illmatic and the purple tape
Digging in the crates of my mental museum
The god,
a birdie
Keep her by ma side if she sturdy
I say it once
Won't say it again
Cuz if yu can huh
Then yu heard me
I'm
Off white
No cocaine
Ima blow up
dangerous
Woah
Finna get it by any means
Fuck your opinion
Dolla signs rule the world that I'm living In
Conversations bout dividends
Keys to the city
on my porogative
Getting what I need not what I want because I got
I used to be focused on wishing dreaming and hoping
Put my energy elsewhere so my ass
Christine Goreham lived in Shoreham by the sea
She left all her money to the man in the Cat's Protection League
Fifty years of playing out this
Official means related to authority lead by God The HolySpirit
And laid back means relax and easy going
Baby girl you're official can i lay back
whole damn world is trying to
Make a name to get up on the surface why am
I not there?
By the tip of my hair I'm inching swiftly
Big clip berretta this
All this indecision and doubt
I can count 50 ways
I was on a roll now
But time acts in such funny ways
Well I'm a burnout like you
Who used to roll
Drinking all the time
Partying hard like we rock stars
Dreaming about those fast cars
Sliver chains on me
Liquor down my throat
MD on my nose
Heavens never
pressed
Got you stressed
Watch me flex
I been dreaming bout this shit
Before I practiced confidence
Don’t gas me with your compliments
You hating
all fifty shades of grey and that's the irony cause
All my red balloons were painted into black ones
Every hateful word caused another cut on my tongue
rhonda wasn’t home, i ain have a leash
•if it’s over 50K keep it factory, now I see why all my people mad at me
•I’m bout to bounce back, we bout to count
ever knew
He came over back in fifty two
He worked the rail and he worked the roads
And he had a good communion
When he had a good place to go
Now he's
sitting here dreaming of first class (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm telling you, bitch, ain't no doubt
When I'm peaking on Spotify it's after leaving in hearse class
I didn't
Gotta go and get it
Crystal vision
Shoulda never fell in love, there's too much baggage with it
Yet I'm dreaming bout world and still you
lived my whole life reckless
Dreaming of another way to reignite the light in me
Honestly, I wish I could've given you the best of me
Break my back
first piece word to god that bitch is frozen
God damn
I be feeling hurt
By my fucking nieces
Feel like they don't need me
Everytime I try to teach 'em
it be making all my jeans tight
Dreaming bout the money only reason that I sleep right
If they want to play with me i'll put em all to sleep like...
destined to make it
If I come in the game, then prepare for me to change it
VVS dreaming of the gleams that's on my bracelet
Lambo' switching, 6 figures
She get in she so amazed by all da buttons in my car
I speed off prolly swing dis bitch she screamin oh my god
She keep saying make a wish bitch
HIM
But you must seek HIM
But you must seek HIM
Jah secure the regions
Thinking or dreaming, improving our living
Packing this up, and taking our
That I was dreaming of
I'm the plug that you call
When you need a plug
I sold weed
Sold coke
I sold a lotta stuff
I think I coulda been a pimp
on my chest
I don't wanna take no time
I don't wanna take no time off
Baby, what you got, motherfuckers want
Say you'd call at 50 now it's 51
Hurry up
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