at the show, you were alone. such a waste, thinking about you ever since. i don't want to get married or hang out with you. it's a sick world, yes it's
[Radio:] "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of Commons, has
I am your lunacy embolded, enthroned so it's a king for a while but gloominess it sends so gentle the gestures of the gist ingrowing taste of dreams infatuate
clothe me, Love will guide me, I know with love beside me, I'll never be alone where ever I may go. Dream on, dream on, as only dreamers know.
drinkin' all alone I gotta have you with me up in the V.I.P Everything we do B-I-G And I'ma keep it real 'til I D-I-E Okay, let's go, I'm with it And
me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see Yeah yeah, ah ha, from the C to the A to the D D Y Know you'd rather see me die than
At time it seems like the road is never gonna end On this road there's a lotta, hills and mountains Peaks and valleys Even a lot of potholes on this road It's
day that I'd be gone You should of known one day that we'd be [Break: Carl Thomas] Oh I thought we had forever, now it's gone It's time to carry on
They ain't got nuttin but time, the f-k is that I'd rather be in jail then broke, this s-t is wack Jizzle only word for ya dog, this s-t is crack Use
Can't turn back on em now these niggas feel me Never dream of lettin em down that shit'll kill me First year the money was dirty but now it's filthy
the piff that I'm blowin' on's f-cking up the ozone, plus I keep a d-pe line similar to Cold Stone's (uh), Ice cream (uh), pipe dreams is what they have
I'd fall out the sky I don't really know why I'm here, I guess I'm just here for the ride I swear it feels like I'm dreaming, it's vividly defined, yeah
's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot I've
I got 2 million cash, that's my brown bag money Think maybe that's why n-ggas'll just fire mags for me It's the telephone game, I done heard through
up north That's Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes He broke but he talk like he a Don Homes hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (I gotta know) Was it all a dream (Was it a dream) Was it all a dream (A dream) Was it all a dream It was
D.C. girls getting them ass shots Got them for a reason shortie, go ahead bust it open I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken Haters
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith CHORUS: as you had it. V1: Everyone - has a chance to live a life of
