Lyrics:
I think I'll travel on
To avalon.
Orchestra plays full song -
Mr. monroe sings the whole
Song again to conclude,
Vaughn Monroe and his
stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga
Nancy not a star in sight
A fleeting a flight I left my tongue burn't in the spineless spit
In your dreams babe
In your dreams
In your dreams babe
In your
the coldest flows on the hot seat
And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
Another episode full of atrocities
It's double M, baby, money monopolies
If I could sleep all day, I'd never wake from this dream
Happily ever after, in this lack luster reality
A backpack full of burden, strapped
when you said I got that
I said chillax
I was broken
I wasn't worried about the racks
Young dumb broke
Now I'm just running up in the sacks
I pull up
learn to understand
the world of love that I'm dreaming
the world of love
and I, I said I got a sack full of dreams
streets full of laughter and toy
into
The casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out
And growling
Slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is
are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall
don't dream about it
Gotta keep moving, I ain't never stoppin'
It's so many people who behind me
Goin' hard, yeah I'm steady grindin'
Full of pain,
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
the way that it goes...
I'm from Monroe, that's that South Side shit I shoulder holler 24...
Yea that's black woods in that
Back woods yea we plan hard so
know that
While I'm dreamin' there was
Semen in my undies
Young, dumb, full of cum Solomon Grundy
(Grrrr)
I mainly grip it for a minute then I pass out
ain't a grad student"
Chasing my dream with a full battery, I.M.S with or without an academy
Chasity belt on my attitude, 'cuz I don't give a fuck 'bout
One day I'll be woke like a Buddha
Humble, kind, charming sense of humor
Asleep at night I'd dream of a future
Where I was at peace unbothered by
Aye I need me a sack full of that cash
Aye Run it up
Run it up
Aye I need me a sack full of that cash
Aye honestly it ain't that bad
It kinda hurts
star out this bitch like Ringo Star
Whole car full, like Bingo
Need a taxi like Danny Davito
Straight to the hood
Done beat up Debo
My niggas still
shits outstanding
Hot hot hot like a sauna
Ice to cool you down I put it right on ya
Crowd full of hands dive in like a rockstar
Imma go scuba diving
to the casino
Got a flight a tint
Pocket full of benjamins
Looking through the limo tint
I Reminisce on the good old days
Hood Old ways
Surrounded by Purple haze
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Lil ma circle by my house wit' the weed trap
Now my Zip-Lock's be full of bubble-kush
Spark it like a broads bush when she's on douche
Fruit
Junior High, when we was barely gettin' by, when daddy died
That's when my mama started gettin' high
My neighborhood was full of drive-by's, couldn't
It is a death sentence where everyone
It would lead to homicide like Mission impossible
It produces sweet dreams that convert into night sweat,
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