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
Übersetzung: Soft Boys. Dreams.
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 it Drop
a G caught up mashin in the streets hustle a sack to make some cheese its funny my honey how 3 words could change this man took me from mashin wit my boys
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 running
get home to my lovin honey She?ll be there waitin, waitin impatiently Love is on a roll Love is on a good roll Usually I meet with the boys of Friday
: Angels and sailors rich girls backyard fences tents Dreams watching each other narrowly soft luxuriant cars Girls in garages, stripped out to get
more 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
Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings And the dope boys
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
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
city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys
's to all the boys who came along Carrying soft guitars in cardboard cases all night long An' do you wonder where those boys have gone? Do you wonder
10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She can dance real nasty all the boys
Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's a living dream
, next year, they more deader And I write rhymes, more deadly and more better Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys
