Lyrics:
In those dreams I have every night
No matter where I go
In those diaries that I write
In hotel rooms sleeping alone
You haunt my every thought
Won't
Did I forget to mention it’s happy bar hour slaying music by the day killing beats by the hours writing lyrics in a minute I ain’t bound to finish
Yeah, SKG The Dream
You know what it is
Dedicated to the women (Love y'all)
The day is cold and a girl is born
There's dangers in life but she still
All I had was my mic
I had dreams of being rich and living high on the hog
A house in the woods by the lake made out of log
But to get it I had to get
Surrounded by things that I can't comprehend
Surrounded by people who all go to their end
Wandering people all twisted within
When all is done,
Filling up
A bag a kill a nigga fast
Solid as a rock ford tough
Built To Last yea I get to
The bag by any Means with
Tone and gleam yea sixty fifteen
Rest
then what is this
Cause I keep chasing dreams
But lately they seem more like visions
Of another life I'm supposed to be living
A life I hope to be given
guaranteed, let me know and I'ma go out there and get it,
So much to see, it's like life's a dream, be a wife to me, take my hand, get ready, let's go out
me
I can hear her twirling the ice with her fingers
She's got that half-dead look in her eyes by now
She worries about me
He's not like the
The other
KILLER KISS
Words & Music by Eric Stuart
Show me the road to my salvation
I'll tell you the tightrope I must walk
She's like a one-way conversation
please
Go by what the fuck I see
Cutthroat killer make them bleed
It's crazy that's life
Seen him everyday, till he died
Don't judge no woman don't judge
is dark you by yourself oh man who woulda thought
All this money, all these wants, and all these dreams is this what I really need
Need a wife, i need
Gold digger
Hoe killer
Soul filler
Gold digger, lied about the love she want a 4 figure
Hoe killer, coulda done the same but I was no quitter
Soul
and dope dealers with two strikes
That'll do anything to start a new life
But their old ways haunt them like a bad dream
House full of leather couches
no shadow and I leave no tracks
I see no future, forget the past
I carry no weight upon my back
I learn no lessons, I make no pact
I'm the killer in
my thoughts and my actions
And the things that I've said
Sometimes by mistake and sometimes on purpose, Amen
Got my mind on this murder, Impala's
The last person who saw you was kind
She said, “look to your flesh you seem cold
Take me before we get old'
The dreams that you had are forgotten
A diary
You swear by every dog-eared prayer
In your "my troubles" diary
By every beveled edge
Of your chem leveled being
With fear that you bear the brunt
you'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne
They never found her body, just her diary by the bed
It told
Hey, my name's Malik and Killer Mike's my dad
If you don't like what he's sayin', so what
That's life
Told you last tape I'm a killer man
I'm
up the world has gone mad
Whatever happened to those sweet dreams you once had?
Sleep now, sleep now, it'll all be right somehow
We'll make truth
burned by the torch, no tiki
They only wanna see us fail please believe me
Just to dream had to look on TV
Some niggas look towards CD
Then get burned by
Trust me with your heart, yeah yeah
Trust me?
Flipping through my old diary
Bursting with dreams that I once had in my heart
All of my dreams
violate my sanctuary
Prowl my dreams
Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts innocence
Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots innocence
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