| Yeah, come one, summer dreams
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| Complete life dreams, don’t think that
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| Yeah come on
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| We all dream, summers by,
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| I was born in eighty five, early ninety survival
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| But how know the drum of a music will make me wiser
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| I was listen in the king song on wazy
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| Lil black boy’s getting strap to a ave
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| Thou they hit a big will
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| Plug and pack so hazy,
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| Mama’s screaming why me, down town for an id
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| Broke church go and hope, the angels let ‘em fly free
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| Try to sell dinners cuz the funeral is five G
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| I grow up around the dope face torching
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| All pasted matrices making love to the serpans
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| The only think that certain it’s dreams are the first
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| Ain’t no high with that Heaven left that dreams on the curve
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| We ride on the all hoopie to the hell shop
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| Lil… spirit …a hundred hands spot
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| Bulletproof orders cuz our soul getting shell shot
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| Motherfuck the Government they wanna see us feel up
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| And touring the G rock come on
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| At night I can’t sleep, I toast and turn
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| Picture me dress as aa profit they should get burn
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| Sprinkle ashes in the earn, sciences acting fun
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| Some of lane it should be king and I’m waiting to get my time
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| From the streets to my mama, posses all kind of gifts
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| Meditative, souls definite
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| No account. |
| world stuck and closing
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| Knew I was the chosen
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| Life is stuck made it at home, energy was frozen
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| From the soil, spiritual oil shut up the corrosive
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| crap this seven hills, two pinching are posing
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| success is in the future, I clearly see the image
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| it’s true that many players never cross the line in scrimmage
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| sit on the banch and they wander if the game fists
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| You know we playing hot like in hell, using the same sticks
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| Some people left all alone, then it’s when their brain switch
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| They turning to monsters and do the same shits |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dream, artist - Chief Kamachi. Album song Radio Raheem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп