like rolling thunder Even on a cloudy day, even on a cloudy day Even on a cloudy day, even on a cloudy day Even on a cloudy day, even on a cloudy day
, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion
are the days we stopped to decide where we should go, we just ride Gone are the broken eyes we saw through in dreams gone Both dream and lie Life may
like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love No more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
, I bust all day Just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight Hate in my bloodstream, smoked out dreams Shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a
a chopped up challenger Down route 9 Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes And when the promise was broken I cashed in a few of my dream Well,
what's mine Hey, hey [Verse 2] A dolla and a dream, that's all a nigga got So, if it's 'bout that C.R.E.A.M, then I'm all up in the spot I'm just warmin
the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, One hundred
the ground Then I awoke and though I dreamed I touched my cheek and found My eyes were wet where I had cried a dream I wished I knew I still can hear
bust all day just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight hate in my bloodstream smoked out dreams shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a
are And don't say you're not afraid when you know you are You know you are A world that moves too fast, a mouth of broken glass It may not seem so painful
day one We ain't never see a high point, how come Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun [EDI Mean - Verse 1] We live those big money dreams A six
a dream 'bout a boy in a castle And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes And the thunder of a drum in his
, a babe of wonder, all through the night Dreams you dream can't break from thunder, all through the night Children's dreams cannot be broken, life is
as a slave You cut my flesh and drank my blood that poured in streams I'm left here broken and ashamed Goin' under, hear the thunder Death defying grace
a Thunder cloud right in front of him} {This is not a generational thing You don't even have to know who Richard Nixon was To be a victim of his ugly
old beer drunk brother with his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud right in front of him." "This is not a generational thing you don
in my room What do you do when the one you love's a thousand miles away? What do you do when you just feel like escaping? Are you dreaming bout me
