dream Is it just a dream? Reoccuring dream Is it just a dream? Reoccuring dream Is it just a dream? Reoccuring dream Is it just a dream? Is it just
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struggle that seals the past and builds the future A love that can weather a storm is an amazing love Tell me why is love the way it is Joy and pain
it have to be this way? So tell me why Is it me? Or is this how love should be? Tell me why is love the way it is? Joy and pain is all in the game
in November Cause I could've been the one in the bank with a shank with a pump and a ski mask But my bank is the stage, my 12 gauge is black *** (Chorus
is over, then you're wrong If you think this is over, then you're wrong It's like I've fallen out of bed from a long and vivid dream Finally I'm free
whatever you want you can swear upon this love for whatever you want you're the dream i've been waiting for in a world where dreams are fleeting your love is a
homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it
be a star A star, do you wanna be a star? Can't find your lane but you wanna be, wanna be a star I know the grind, she tryin' to be a star, she goin'
is beautiful (beautiful, yes it is) My America Your America Our America is beautiful America America America is beautiful (beautiful, yes it is) My America Your America Our America is
forward to My dream won't come true So I'll make a vow, make a vow No more to love's line will I bow I cross my heart and seal it now This is my last
like I?m limpin' In that 2 seater feeder, it?s me and a senorita 3 ounces up in the liter and it?s ten up in the heater Mackin? a mamacita, runnin? game like a
dream that's when my spirit arise And when they scream a little part of them dies I find my way into the minds of the weak They are led astray, it's
the heat Going round and round Never lookin down [Verse 1] Cigarette lit in a golden grill Envelope blocked in a golden seal Wait a minute buddy let me hold a beer Then get behind a
brain Couldn't do it, make me wonder how a world maintain Got emcees frontin' total masquerade Screamin' toast had to touch them up with my blade Cut is
this shit to yourself At 6:15 a.m, the truck pulls out of the Post office on Lankershin and Wilsher Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento Which is a
alcoholic fits. This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it. I ain't dealing with another fucking politic. I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up I'm about to kill it
