Lyrics:
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
reminded every night
That you been judged and handed life
Down in the Jackson Cage
Every day ends in wasted motion
Just crossed swords on the killing
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
the vintage robot wearied
Then awakened by revision theories
Every famine virtual
Retrovertigo
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Inside of me today
There is no
dad
Because every night I go to sleep
I'm gonna be like you
I have this dream where I win
Where I win every battle I fight and I kill every dragon in
Everyday it's something new I see her face in every dream
And it's fucking up my world but it's all on me yeah
New nightmares
In the moonlight yeah
New
This is not America
A little piece of you (American dream, I'm your worst nightmare)
A little peace in me
A little piece of you (this is not
war did him no harm"
They're lying
He's known to cry and scream at times, in his dreams
Holding off the nightmares that he sees
Time may heal
me, y'all know I don't give a fuck
I'm cool with not bein' cool with niggas, so listen up
Bobby Shmurda came home Quavo picked him up in a jet
)
And I’m falling down, now im lost in all these
Nightmares
Woke up every god damn day and I felt so lost behind these bars
Say you know my pain but I bleed
If I see you in my dreams
I won't ever go to sleep
And I think she tweaking
I'll be gone by the weekend.
Baby we not speaking
Nah, Joe Budden got some
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
a rumor
I'm breaking her in like a home intruder (yeah)
Her bras like a pot on a stove (yuh)
She took it off like it was burning (woah)
She got me off like
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
for the projects
And when that dude came in, i did my thing
DeSean Jackson came with his boy fake chain
I'm a beast boy i'm a G boy
Look man we going
Dreck
Junkies in der Ecke mit 'nem Baseball-Cap
Ich wollte abhau'n, doch ich kam nicht weit
Denn die Kohle für den Tank
Hat nicht mal gereicht
Homes, du
of the victim
I don't see any American dream
I see an American nightmare
Power to the people
We got more crack in the ghetto
Than they could grow in Columbia
Put
on my own every rule to survive
Still I manned up in caught those wrongs
Go ahead and judge Joe, I got my court clothes on
Y'all see the front, behind
Over my eyes
Caught in a storm, caught in a dream I cannot fight
Nightmares feel like home turning me to stone
Caught in a storm, caught in a dream I
please tell me
That's not how this story closes
A man consumed by himself
And all the things that he had wrote
A man lost in a dream
Blind to the things
enemy in a rush
I'm havin' nightmares of leavin' behind my dreams
With anything less than a full bank
It's like I'm General Hong, and I'm standin' in
are
In the bedroom, she's a real movie star, she 'gon play the part
Win an Oscar from the foster home, once she shut out her own mother oh
She just 'gon
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