hear your screams I know I?m just chasing dead dreams 2x dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams, you can leave dead dreams, dead dreams dead dreams
thinking Can't stop a thought from breathing It moves like fire The sun crashed down to the ground The moon rose up to the sky blood red All the dead climbed up
all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up
controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a light up the rhythm like dosia Dumping so potent, nigga don't choke up Flow up
livin phat, but held back Pipe dreams can make the night seem hopeless Wide eyed and losing focus On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream
watch your homies pick you up I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why niggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Hook: 50 Cent] I have nightmares, nightmares, all the time I wake up, I look up, shook up, say fuck, put my hands on my nine Niggas
a bite. She can double it up. And she's a way of life. And whether dead or alive, she got a fix on me. And I was dancing in the fire. White steam, never
Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, so much at stake So many dead
did damage to so many people So much evil it's hard to see through the dark, gotta fight fire with fire Let it spark and light up my way, they said he
Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my
that you hated and pap pap can't fade it We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me
back ridin' dirty, stylin' murda With a weapon up under my seat, you creep, indeed you'll meet the burner Burn baby, burn burn burn, set em on fire And
won't condone another moan, not when everything is fine. So in a drought learn to dance. And pray the dead will return. And dream of smoke without fire