, fame, baby, the fame, fame Don't ask me how or why But I'm gonna make it happen this time My teenage dream tonight Yeah, I'm gonna make it happen this
baby ohh Like baby, baby, baby noo Like baby, baby, baby ohh I thought youd always be mine,mine (oh oh) For you, I would have done whatever And I just
There's so much anger and pain But come see, there's still some gentle people fucking to strawberry letter 23 Now we're both laughing (Bitch) Maybe I'll blow you Whatever
I kiss my babies hope I return safetly, knowin the odds against me These devils, they tryin to break me I'm still loyal, my habits became lavish Dreams
me how was I to know? It's over, never thought it would be Why in the world did this happen to me How could I let the sweetest of dreams slip away? And
know you heated Anything I need, gotta have it, bet I'm gonna grab it Ain't nothin' better than the satisfaction Everything I am, just because I had to make it happen
I'm still rappin' get it all off my chest So I came back to the action When the bird was flyin', low, and laughin' Family bashin' 'til it just happened
the moon the stars I'll do whatever I need to follow my dream I gotta dream big (I gotta dream big) 'Cause when it happen It's gon' happen real quick
feet on the ground And you are the best thing that's happened to me Now I know what I need my life to be You are the one thing that keeps me alive Whatever happens
you'll dream away] The dream that came through a million years That lived on through all the tears It came to Xanadu [The dreamer in you will make it happen
phone So me u can talk just a lil' more I didn't know what to do i was feelin' u Hopin' u would be cool of hangin' out to I don't know what happened
' I'm just glad that I got you in my life I think about us (All day) Dream about ya (Always) Love ain't always (Complicated) I think about us (All day) Dream
What happened to that other rapper Y'all used to fuck with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name
Lookin' in the mirror, dreamin' about blowin' up The rock crowds, make money, chill with the honeys Sign autographs and whatever the people want from me It's funny how impossible dreams
up looking in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up the rock crowd, make money, chill with the honeys sign autographs or whatever the people want from me it's funny how impossible dreams
out of the Post office on Lankershin and Wilsher Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento Which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings I did whatever
s screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks This eighty G's a week to say the same things threece Twice? Whatever