Lyrics:
your dreams
They'll keep you down by any means
By the end of the night you'll be
Stiflin' your screams
Since you became a V.I. Person
It's like
mistakes has be done
A new ride has begun
Riding the same old horses
With all these renewed senses
May life can be erased
By power, money forces
By him, who
The last one's nearer
Getting closer by the hour
Big dream's coming
And I'm ready for it now
But it won't be the same without you
No it won't be the same
to attain homie
Don't let them make you fade
Away with the hate homie
We the same old same
This the golden age homie
This the golden age homie
Our dreams
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
werk werk
for the cake cake cake
I know she don’t love me she don’t say it to my face
I got the same old dreams, the same old problems
Cannon like
I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream
I have a dream
We all brothers made up from the same dream Breathe air, pump blood through the same
working that nine-to-five, I was waitin' homie
I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin' homie
Letting them slip away, my dreams wasn't waitin' on me
You the same little shawty that I wanted
She appreciate it love me when I bought it
Put a brand new 40 inch right by your two piece
We been rolling
ever gonna reach that far
The American Dream
The American Dream
The American Dream
Way back in 1969 I was 10 years old
Working on the story
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
camera would reveal everything the same
Like kissin' you every mornin', lovin' you day by day
Dreaming dreams of you and every old way will
When
it got to stain with you, I'm still me and you know I'm still the same n****
Wanna live my dreams, chase this paper f*** the fame n****
No matter how
alone have brought them close
These grey and brown and ageless pines
Hello my friend, my old companion
I may come back but not by the same way
Like snow,
of the wheel spins stories old and new
Echoing through empty houses where dreams never came true
Passing Missouri Street Rob and Travis by my side
We caught Blue
A wise man told me to focus in on your dreams
And let your old mistakes become the deleted scenes
No looking back
Most people feel strange when
Every time I contemplate
My my mind rewind, like this tape
Trying to get more time on my plate
What a waste chasing my old ways
What a waste chasing
the brains of our youth
The brains of our youth
Working nights just to get by but
I can't lie I'm getting so tired of
The same shifts been on the same grind
and dreams can't afford
The young and old churches and spiritual dreams, seasonal things
Heard throughout the ghetto reaches gangstas and dope-fiends, huh
Different faces, same old places, here we are again
In a world of dreams
Imprints of the days
In a world of dreams
Sorting through the night
In a world
Journey back to Dixieland in dreams again with me,
It seems like your Mommy is there once again,
And the old folks were strummin' that same old refrain.
Oh the fools
Who adore you
We're never the same once we cried in the rain over you
Same old story
And if wishing's a crime then I guess they were
On a Christmas night
I'm lookin' at you now
Finding answers to my prayers
[Chorus:]
It's a new day for those good old dreams
One by one it seems they're
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