Dreams are my everything I'm not here Dreams are my everything I don't care I hear green symphonies In the silence I hear black melodies In the violence
Traduction: Soft Boys. Dreams.
be trouble when they see me [Verse 1:] Them bitches is back, take a look at the evening news And see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it
ll be trouble when they see me [2Pac] Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin cuffed by the boys in blue Is it
morning Watching choirs singing carols on TV I gaze out through my window at a dozen other windows Then I plug in my artificial tree And like a dream
is what these dope boys dream. Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck. That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up. Tell them boys to keep
Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get liquor
want to, on my waves I caress your soft body on those mellow nights A continuous thing, to the morning light It's reality, it's not a dream It's nothing
show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises And nobody acknowledges that boys
day Let's go out and see, darling What shines tonight And temper your dream about the dying horse With traffic, noise, and light And somewhere the soft-handed boys
Beavers and Top Dog Coats We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin on in the D Bunch of white boys
just wanna touch your booty one time Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George Your booty put a smile on all the boys Drop that shit, now roll wit
baby, if I bite you I bet you like it French Vanilla's a hell of a flavor for me With strawberries, two cherries and whipped cream The best things are the wet dreams
pressure like a diabetic How about having Lil Kim with your coke I just can't keep these boys OFF ME! Pink diamonds, dudes love to frost me Running behind me like I'm Mr. Softie
Here's to all the boys who came along Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases All night long Do you wonder where those boys have gone? Do you wonder
in time Sarah Beth closes her eyes And she dreams she's dancing Around and around without any cares And her very first love is holding her close And the soft
, you know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind
