Lyrics:
want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
mean
Emotions are the paint
My mind's the brush
And life is my canvas
Ha
This is what you call dream music
Listen to everything you see music
Scratch
the last time I seen chadwick
Projected right above home plate mad big
Protected by the people when no sleep from the pig
We gonna run a bit with this win
It
Give me dreams of Aidenn
Evermore
Evermore
Edgar, feel that rap tap tapping; whose is this corset on the floor
All the colors in my valley are fading
London where them boys die by the hundreds
No one taught us how to mourn, so we go print 'em on our jumpers
Back when Megan had the TT, hood dreams
it
Are you ok with this Annie
Cause we full of that Ana
We found a spot and disconnected
Each and every one of them cameras
Ain't going back
and toke it, the Flavor coating on the the Swisher got me choking, one moment, my lungs are molten, I Need to focus, and get some shit to drink in this bitch
(for this moment)
You sure took your sweet time
Down by end alleys and broken roads
You took my darkest hour and you made it shine
I was born (I was
Friends, will you bear with me today
For I have awakened
From a dream in which a robin
Made with its shabby wings a kind of veil
Behind which it
you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
frames up
And make art prints and have these museums frame it up
And walk in the body of art cause YHWH made my body out of art
This is Church body art
No
touch on your curves
Ah baby girl
I say
Ouuu mami
You're so sweet
I'm kissing on her thighs said it made her feel weak
She caught me by surprise
I can
As she flew through the air to this E.T. machine
And I knew this wasn't just a dream
Because, yeah, I been drinking and probably even smoked a little
The silence never meant we declining
We are up and upping
Moving mountains so we could be a success
Then I coup a whip like an AMG,
I be bawling like I'm Lewis
famous last words like the I Have a Dream speech
Beats fat like Melodie sweet like Bellamy
You're gellin me more than niggaz at PMD shows be yellin for
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made
want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
And here we are
You made you peace with God
But big bro you left a scar
You could’ve fought and won dawg
And still been here with me
You made you peace so
are the usual scene
In this world of perfection
Don't try to kill the code of how to live
Your life we've got it all made up
Smile when words are
can't stop thinking about the white Jesus they sold ya
Attention Soldier
You forget Sweet Dreams are made of this spirit not this spring filled mattress
to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
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