Lyrics:
Sweet Dreams Core

a mountain. (Dream my nigga). Give me a sea (All my niggaz dealin with the politics). Put your mind on wonderland (I smell you my nigga). Be what you want to be. (Dream

Dead wrong Dinner table conversations Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions Part of the contamination of Mind State Sleep in a dream

, feel it in my fingertips You selling me your fantasy that I wanna explore Sounds so good, spoil me rotten to the core Talk to me, take care of my dreams

tricks young mula baby fuck-fuck yo feelings and this is no cielings yea Beyonce: It could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare either way I dont wanna wake up with you sweet dream

stranger in my torture chamber, feed the locas tocha pinga while I force my finger where my bollas linger I bring the pain like Method, when I flex and flip the coochie Puerto Rican to the core

locas tocha pinga While I force my finger where my bollas linger I bring the pain like Method when I flex and flip the coochie Puerto Rican to the core

I hock swords cores for the morbid spreading of mad men (alley gospel) Sinking their lincoln-log cabin and Charlie Chaplin waddle I could zig zag and zig 'em again for the bashed dreams

a testament to the evil of a queen A misery that spread across a weak and stricken land The crimson birth that swamped the earth in dark and deadly dreams

I'm lost in a sphere What am I doing here The time machine My ultimate dream Back in time The gateway now is mine Should I stop at last And never see