Lyrics:
why'mind yet, 'bouts de mammy o' yo' dreams?
Harry:
You bet! I've waited all my life for this moment! my heart is fluttering! if only I could submit myself
hold it down for the set
I ain’t got shit, but ambition only
They ain’t say nothing when I was lonely
Now I got nothing but shooters on me
We ain’t
my faith
But I had to stay faithful and grateful
For the God I was given
The way that I was livin' or
The life that I've been livin'
It didn't make
of the young gun
Who's been listenin' to Devz when the channel was you
Was Tales From The Crypt on my screen
'Til we met, kickstarted a dream
It was bud,
it ain't gonna 'appen again.
Bruce: I don't see where you get steamed, I mean, if the truss was gonna...
Nicko: Why I got steamed up Bruce is
dream
It's three a.m. and Katie's awake
Beside me in my subconscious state
I'm mumbling about Mr. Tambourine
She knows that I'm having that Bob Dylan
not a dream
It's nothing less than the best when it's from Raheem
Now it's my turn so understand
That I'm the Kid Creole, and I'm a ladies man
I
It started off wack
But in the words of a ten year old, my shit was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, stupid ill
Not knowing how the booth
it was gonna be right
I see life, and I'm livin' up to my dreams
It was a hard struggle
But that was only just for a nigga to bubble
Some of my
versions of Feeding of the 5000
By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist?
It's the Feeding of the 5 Knuckle Shuffle.
*
If
can only agree
And somehow I saw Bob with a knife
And he was ready to do it
He was ready to end his life
I hugged him, begged him not to continue
Have you ever walked beside me?
Was I even somebody who's there?
That’s me driving in my car
Tears in my eyes, Nash and Crosby on
But there’s a shadow
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Back to the wall for the time I was cross
All by yourself in the middle of the storm
When you only got I, man, I know that shit numb, pour up red dead
heavy
And have me and crone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom
And I knew there was a problem, I still didn't know what it was even after he...I, I fucked! I fucking fucked up!
Steve: I know that. Look, it's like...
the only option is to cling
To the mind that retains the faculty to dream
And it seems the only option is to cling
To the mind that retains the faculty
upon my chest
She was stressed so I guess she just meant to rest
But she broke my ribcage plucked the heart out
Took it to a red brick Indian house
When
)
Ignore Bob he get weird sometimes
It okay though, Tem don't mind
(Except when Tem allergies kick up!
Tem allergic to Tem! Hoives)
Tem Flakes, Temmie's
Bob and weave
They say I'm bougie cause I don't move without a fee
From playin' on it to workin' all night
Chasin' dreams
Wanna pull out a hundred
compete is the only thing winning
Obvious that men are intermediated by women
But it's obvious that women have
Greater power within em'
With that said it's
Bing Crosby
You'll see that the only dream that was walking was Rosemary
And she spat out the bullet just to let us be
You didn't bury me deep enough
Like a cat snore and when she woke up
I was the only thing she asked for
Wild like a bad boar
I'm spittin' like a bad whore
And fakes don't really want
were on that dream pinned
Then he rescues a damsel In a wretched condition
Who was raped by a dastardly villain
And this girl sent all of his hopes
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