Lyrics:
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
to be a hole.
And I don't know what we'll do if this yard gets sold,
For the only life we've known is in the shipyard.
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to do, is
Dream, dream dream dream
When I feel blue in the night,
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do, is
Dream
What defines fun?
I can't go without peace
Always got worries getting lit by a gun, it's so dumb
I'm just trying to have fun with my homies
And what's
Hunger only for a world of truth
'Cause all that you have is your soul
I was a pretty young girl once
I had dreams I had high hopes
I married
more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry,
do is knock
As soon as he open he'll
Be greeted with ten knuckles
And have a face full of knots
Knowledge, knight, knee, kneel, , knife
Damn I
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Yea , yea
(I know who I am)
Yea , yea
Living my life
Like the shooting stars
Niggas who don’t have dreams, forgot today
Living my life like
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is for the baller cats
All the cats
That want a bitch to lay on their backs
To hell with that
So Fox what you mean?
Bet I be a poor niggas dream
From me, but nothing's left
All I have is myself and I'm Stuck in this mess
But I'll never give up no matter How deep the water gets
I'm a shark, I
cross me Imma have to offem
Yeah yeah
My n**** bigger dreams selling rubber bands side of the duffle bag
All I do is get to the guala, all I do is get
the squirrels had the decency
To not target my nuts and let me live
This rooftop perch is relieving me
Here is something that I have got to tell all you tools
"Jamaica
Pack up your shit" Damn!
The fucked-up thing is that Jamaica
And I have become damn
Do I dare use the "F" word in jail but really
Have become like
had
Thank God I ain't have to sit in that cell
Had to fire my first lawyer
You know how hard I fought?
Y'all praise the nigga that do the time
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Oh)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire (Come see what I mean)
Have a baby by me, baby! Be
biggest fan
This is Stan
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
Oh, I can't see at all
brother peace to my enemies
Fuck all them punk bitches that wanna limit me
I know they all scared because none of them near me
My value is verified by
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
believe
Dreams are real
All you have to do is just believe
I believe in myself
And my dreams will come true
Sinking, Sinking
Falling down, Underground
All around, we'll throw down!
You'll finally fall, I'll rise above
No chance at all! Have a dream of-
I
And so I'm a dreamer
And so I'm a dreamer
Now all I do is ball
Now all I do is ball
Now all I do is ball
'Cause I ain't end up in that ah-ah-aisle
it was him by the Gucci brim
We gotta do it B I G
I'm trying to hit the lottery in V I P
Green leafs in my shot glass
All night soul team had cirrock
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