you steady chasin' after Mr. Dream I'm the only one that really loves you babe Can't you feel me runnin' through ya veins? 'Cause you steady chasin' after Mr. Dream
I tryna bring it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from Chicago land But both of our chains say made in Japan German engineers design both of the sedans Ride with Mr
the future (Always before you, always ill) With my demeanor, flip, assemble my own team to Say fuck FEMA in case there's another Katrina You laughed at the past, said I was a dreamer
you You really turn me on, you're the one that makes me smile It's Mr. Moon who plays in tune, Mr. Moon who knows And if it's Mr. Moon who gives the
dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (I gotta know) Was it all a dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (A dream) Was it all a dream It was
see oh Mr. Bialystock, please stop the song You've got me wrong, I'll say, "So long" I'm not as strong a person as you think Mr. Bialystock, just take
to call my own Please turn on your magic beam Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Bung, bung, bung, bung Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream Make him the cutest
ok i say that shit again, i said it once before i just - - i just - - i just - - i just want it all i glist and shine wit miss's fine model chick, big
a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah Grab onto the cape and uhh I said before I took her
rescue me I'm the king of the town mr crazy creating a sound still no love for me somebody rescue me,just rescue me meee They call me S K EPTA before
on the streets Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams
my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me? What kinda crap is that battle? What kinda rapper would I be? Before I let
Bright moments Bright moments always come back vivid The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude
you, street fam, twitter team Like you could fuck with me, oh, did it seem Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man,
get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away So I promise to Mr. Rainey, "
out of my seat, caught in the daze Turned around and saw a white man's face, covered in shades I must have passed out, can't remember **** before I blacked
I could get you To treat me like a phone and take me off hold And make your hero come so I can pour my heart and soul I can't help but dream about the