What can I do Still loving you? It's all a dream. How can we hang on to a dream, How can it really be the way it seems? How can we hang on to a dream
What can I say she's walking away From what we've seen What can I do still loving you It's all a dream How can we Hang on to a dream How can it really
To hang a dream on, to hang a dream on This is my life, my whole career Selling my soul for a good idea To hang a dream on, to hang a dream on This
a man, made me a go getta, It showed me how to neva be a broke n***a, I'll never be a quitter, always be a winner, I'm in the hood growin like a rainbow
that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? What'cha gone do? Nigga that's All On U Got my finger on the trigga, what'cha gone do? Uptown on
and then they never came back and then I saw you in my dreams and then you never came back I am still the same but people change hang on, it's gone and
old-world shadows hang Heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams Like a refugee Just as her father came Across the sea She heard about a
d realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes. On the other side of town, a boy is waiting, With firey eyes and dreams no one could steal. She drives on
, in they dreams it's, Hell where they sendin me Have I, lost control or just another soul A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippin on yak as I
and always stay bumblin And always keep a hand on the gat Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin Verse Two: Live Squad I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick
're representin the crew And I can picture you in Heaven with a blunt & a brew Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game If you a baller, money went
Need the niggers with the click click boom they kiss the rear And like a fellow returns to us... he speaks Cause I'm the most slept on, west side ...
t want you to get up they're content just to hang around no attention is paid to you they ignore your dreams but make it a move to stand on your
a ritual of mine. Then I?m on my way to the citadel. I?m a taxi drive And my job is to bring all kinds of people from point a to point b Some of them
to fit her in To your self-serving plans and schemes She thinks you're worth it So she hangs around And hangs another day on shattered hopes And battered little dreams
: Call of a dove, cry of a bitch Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch Call of the doctor, cash on demand If you get enough rope, might even hang
We can't hide, we let go We've got more than we know My friends are a different breed My friends are... There's a ghost in this room I think I'll name
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