live our lives the way it is in my dreams love will take us to a place where god can be seen this is my dream I have this dream this i believe the
Traduction: Michael Jackson. I Have This Dream.
to drive I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga Like the one you get from, Mike holla [Michael Jackson] I don't think they're ready for this one [Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson] I don't think they're ready for this one [Michael Jackson] My life will never be the same Cause girl, you came and changed The way I walk The way I
I never have a dream when I go to sleep at night my dream begins when I walk outside now I?m on stage and I feel like I?m looking through Michael Jacksons
Did you ever stop to notice This crying earth, these weeping shores? Chorus I used to dream I used to glance beyond the stars Now I don't know
[feat. Michael Jackson] [Chorus: Michael Jackson and Krayzie Bone] Aaaahhh! (pray, pray, and we pray, pray, pray) Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo
said this is serious, I shouldn't tease her Now I got my hands on her waist and I say I'm not a rapper, I'm really a spaceman, Taking you out of this
Chorus] I can try my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find my way (I'm lost) I can't find my way (lost) I can't find way? [Game - Verse
Nigga I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it I
why Like God, why the fuck I had to be born this way? God would reply, "Son, you gotta show em you're more than gay" See he had dreams to be a track star
me, baby this is tragic 'Cause we had it, we was magic I was flyin', now I'm crashin' This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe
I was flyin', now I'm crashin' This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson You should leave your boyfriend now, I'mma ask
me baby this is tragic Cause we had it, we was magic I was flyin, now I'm crashin This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson
awakened The Pro Tools taping, my position blatant You knew I was coming, choiceless, you waiting Now I look up and ask why you've been for satan I shall
