Lyrics:
the bus home to her usual place
All kinds of people but they leave no trace
She knows by now that dreams are not enough
All she wanted was someone real
real to hold
She takes the bus home
To her usual place
All kinds of people
But they leave no trace
She knows by now
That dreams are not enough
with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people
I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
the same course
I know that we are up-side-down
So hold your tongue and hear me out
I know that we were made to break
So what? I don't mind
You cue
No rasclot interrupting me flow, you know
Haha
Yeaaaa yeaaaaa
I wake up super late
It's 3 pm on the coast
Baby made me some breakfast
Cheese eggs
since you left the sun don´t seem to shine
My tears are falling on the words you wrote to me
I wish that somehow they could take me where I want to be
will let me down,
Where were you when I needed you, last winter, my love?
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la la
Where are you
in my MC school, my class is packed
And tricks are for kids so I left your ass back.
The bow-legged brother, there'll never be another.
I buy
boy ain't got to jump no where 'cause I'm here
Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitch's dream
One, two I'm coming for you, I'm a big old (big old)
on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing
fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in
challenging ourselves to
Better than we are white folks
Instead of driving-by using the "N" word
They will say:
(Look! Look at them! Oh! my God!
They're
the one I dream of.
God really made you so fine
I wanna make you all mine
Where are you from, where have you been
Baby take me there, you and I
on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing
could start jus by a great school
They whitened all the history
Taught to us in grade school
Maybe I'm jus tripping but it's feeling like they made
Got to dream
Never thought that I would ever be writing this song (No more crying)
Hold friends tight, never know when those people are gone (He's
about a million brothers trying to make it in this world
I'm glad I got a baby girl
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
the waters rise
Baby brother you know it's always back to us
Where will you be coming when the waters rise
Baby brother you know it's always back to us
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
a demon
I lost part of me
Please give him a moment of silence
Taun is my slime, my brother
Yes I'm from the More
But baby come catch me in Jersey
Step in
it play uh
Say what you want and I'll play you some violin
Let's make a record won't ya like to be my friend
Like to be higher then
Right where you are
worry if you ever known me
Cause my time is still technically free
I know where in fucking trying to be
In time and space
That's me baby
The future trying
like that chump Charles Stewart
They're always claiming, that the devil made me do it
For insurance, he killed his wife and his child
And blamed it
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