celebration Everybody was singin' and dancin' and sharin' and havin' fun And I dreamed and I saw the bombers They're ridin' shotgun in the sky And they were turnin' into butterflies Above our
dream Rushing by in a stream Bringing life to the kingdom of doing Take a ride in the sky On our ship, fantasize All your dreams will come true miles away Our
's stormy weather When I think of you I thank you for your love and understanding Like a plane you make me fly You bring our love to a happy, happy, happy landing
day dreams Tonging you down with vanilla ice cream Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight Searching your body with my tounge girl all night I wonder one day could it be, simple dreams
Kissing on your thighs in the moonlight Searching you body with my tongue girl all night I wonder one day could it be, how I wonder Simple dreams could turn into reality Our
my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle But everybody know I got some problems Had dreams
lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthaf**ka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and
I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams With tall
see, through all the rain and pain You gotta keep a sense of humor Gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit Remember that just keep ya head up Our
Let your dreams stand tall May opportunities fall upon you In the land of the free MARY J. BLIGE We have come And we have prevailed Who so ever dreamed
A President who chose the moon as our new frontier And a King who took us to the mountaintop And pointed the way to the Promised Land Yes we can to
castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of hemp. Hmmmm. I wrote this
Wayne Williams shit was sick Sidney Dorsey trial was thick Love Atlanta Give a million up just to get back Michael Vick They said that this the land of strippers But look all our
already own it [Incomprehensible] so show it Oh, oh, oh Find the torch, burn the plans State your case in the land Scream like you already know it Our dream
the, huh - cold-blooded Ain't it - huh, c'mon - hard-core We take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our
phases of each generation We leave our trace and then leave this station Fears, fronts, fantasy fades No blame untamed, unspoken Shiggy walks through the space on dry land
After all, our dreams went down Sinking for our very eyes Still echoing the sound Oh, the frozen dreadful cries Witnessed the passing of our only loves