Paroles:
Bread Dream Lady

And sit back baby, with a round of beer And cheer to those friends who crowded near For those passed on in spirit they there It's gon' be what it must, break bread

As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true Santana champagne, from here

Hey yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream More money, more problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder bread we can toast So fresh

tell these mother fuckers As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true

the old lady who died and the nurse wept I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread

Cowboy and you're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't even get bread and water my man Gonna

you, street fam, twitter team Like you could fuck with me, oh, did it seem Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man,

And sit back baby, with a round of beer And cheer to those friends who crowded near For those passed on in spirit they there It's gon' be what it must, break bread

party, let's have a orgy (What the hell y'all wanna do?) (What the hell y'all wanna do?) I fiend to hear the fly lady singin' my shit My dream's like