That was just a dream That's the day That was just a dream That's the day I got to believe in you I got to believe it's true I got to believe Say goodbye
s a dream. I'm dreaming my life away. Barely running. You think my life's a dream. You think my life's a dream. You think my life's a dream. You think
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Traduction: Cut Copy. A Dream.
Traduction: Cut Copy. Ce n'était qu'un rêve.
: That was just a dream. That's the ..? That was just a dream. That's the ..? I got to believe in you. I got to believe it's true. I got to believe.
I got a black box where suggestions go But I don't really give a fuck It's prolly best you know My reality is brighter than ya dreams are I gotcha dream
he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile
I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid Control your own destiny, you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
you a soldier from the start or a actor with a record deal tryin to play the part, like that [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
is a moment in space When the dream is gone it's a lonelier place This is life, life is a moment in space When the dream is gone it's a lonelier place
't make sense, either you a soldier from the start Or a actor with a record deal tryin' to play the part, like that It's a shame, niggaz in the rap game
through Take my hand if you know where I'm going You know ow You know ow All you need is a dream and a lover too All you need is a dream and a lover
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned So tell me, how you like your coat cream? On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream? With your TV on channel
were bald Must be pathetic to brawl, with a M.C. lord, holding a sword I'ma a human microphone and my lyrics the vocal cord You's a fisher price king
Well I hear you are a painter now Though you're almost halfway through You pulled a pallet knife, you cut away a wife And you started something new But
Please take these hands, throw me in the river Don?t let me drown before the workday ends Just keep making copies, of copies, of copies When will it