| Ayo, '83, LA and me, just Shay and me, just Jay and me
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| My grandma used to stay with me, my grandpa used to pray for me
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| Lord, I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
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| That if I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take, uh
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| I always thought that was bold to say
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| 'Til one day my cousin Marty taught me how to hold a K
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| Smoking Js, stolen Js, growing hood, throwing trays
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| No one knew little Trey would make it out the Js
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| Made it out the city, never made it out to Egypt
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| But I probably take you with me if you ride to Vegas with me
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| Crush the luxe lush, do a deluxe luxury suite
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| Roast a duck on the bed by my feet, fuck off the street
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| Can’t talk, roll the leaf, hash, shisha, blow the tree
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| Super 60 billion miles off of feet and touch the beat like a G
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| Got a dream for every word on the page
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| (Now I can go on for days and days)
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| Just dream, dream, dream
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| And wish upon a star, far away from where you are
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| One day we’ll have a ball
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| Ayo, '88, I saw the streets, I saw the gold, I saw my soul
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| I saw and I was sold
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| As a king to one day need a throne, need a home that I can own
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| That I can only call my own and do it all on my own
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| A lesson to the predecessor or the great depressor
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| After the Great Depression, the peasants begging for blessings
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| The promise of better morals,
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| The common out of the gesture can catch it and redirect it
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| She never wanted the money, fame or the fancy people
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| Vehicles out of Sicily, silly of me to mix up
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| I’m a mix of black, Indian, and white I am American stripes like a Parisian
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| I’m pleased to meet you in Greece again
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| '09 we was in our prime
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| Had youngins chopping onions, Kid Cudi’s Day 'n' Nite
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| Out in Vigo, now a wino throw a C note on a couple classic people
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| And some vinyl from the time I say the rhyme about the eagle, I be legal
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| No tax, no debts, and no thievos
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| Just stats to make it all feel regal
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| But what do I know, I got more dreams and words on the page
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| (I can go on for days and days)
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| Just dream, dream, dream
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| And wish upon a star, far away from where you are
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| One day we’ll have a ball
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| Dream, dream
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| Just dream, dream, dream
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| Ayo, '91 was grimey son, '92 was grimey too
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| '93 was grime to me and '94 was grime to you
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| '95 was mighty nice, '96, timeless shit
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| '97, slice of heaven like a '98 Bentely
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| And I started getting mine at 1−9-9−9 with the shine
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| 2000 break the spine in '07, oh heaven
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| Blessed be the child that made it out without the MAC-11
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| Stack stacking my blessings
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| And as far as those roaming in space
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| Tell God make space for the trap rappers in heaven, uh
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| I got more dreams and words on the page
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| (I can go on for days and days)
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| Just dream, dream, dream
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| Dream, dream |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Requiem Of Blue , by - Blu & Exile. Song from the album Miles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп