Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dream, artist - clipping.. Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dream |
| Lungs full of pine tar, kush walks the city |
| Scape of scrappy captains |
| Capes tucked in the aftermath of unassuming blueprints not suitable for bombings |
| The fires are alarming |
| The fire alarms are oddly calming |
| A water beetle jitterbugs in litter |
| Kitty cats across the sidewalk after rats are fat enough to die happy |
| The savvy climb the nail-less pine staircase |
| Allah Jesus walks to where the meter blocks and the streets aren’t even matter |
| So they don’t |
| No one pays no nevermind |
| Higher than the ever-resting deities of better times |
| Here the sun refracts so much the prisons look like prisms |
| Rainbow chains ain’t shit but long division |
| A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench |
| Kids kaleidoscope into an arc and two by two are Lorax’d off the block |
| The floods are warm and blood is just red colored chicken stock |
| It was all a dream |
| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine |
| Ice Mone and Master P rocking high-waisted jeans |
| Grab the base off the table and bag it up for the fiends |
| It was all a dream |
| It was all a dream |
| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the ocean |
| Waves like 'hi, hater' |
| Buildings looking Shawty Lo at distance |
| Skip like stones |
| The sharks have biters but the teeth more kitten tongue than needle |
| And so the lung walks on |
| With a wax-on wax-off Miyagi focus |
| Fording of America |
| What’s with all this conquering |
| Wouldn’t it be nice to beach boy for a year or six |
| Turn harmony to capital |
| Trade the bricks for sand dollars |
| Dreams are made of comfort |
| Struggle bursts the nightmares |
| The existence of this voice implies he made it |
| And often keeping a G in the face of a world leading a kumbaya |
| Ali boom ba yay |
| Got that 'oh my ya' |
| Chemotherapay |
| Who said oh my god? |
| How disrespectful |
| Don’t they see the way he Poseidon’d up to the top where it all breaks |
| And everyone that rides the wave falls off |
| It was all a dream |
| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine |
| Messy Marv blue chucks hanging where his jeans should be |
| True ski-mask and a bulletproof limousine |
| It was all a dream |
| It was all a dream |
| Lung full of pine tar, kush walks the clouds |
| This is why the wheel wells be cut |
| Lesabre gotta reach for altitude |
| Much as they’re used in slang, birds don’t give a fuck really |
| Drop as much shit as people talk |
| 'Rise above it' someone always said while marching |
| Easier said than done while flipping fries at golden archie |
| Just tryna be that double rainbow meme |
| Ice cream painted on the borders of those dreams |
| Shit yeah, that’s what |
| Bet five on a dice game in the clouds |
| Pull all your money out and make it rain, godlike |
| That’s what the must mean by going green |
| Noah’s Ark this block and start anew |
| Damn, this kush is crazy right? |
| You can see your roof from here but not much else |
| The world outside the city limits, not yet cartographic |
| And everybody learn to fly the same |
| Tapping B enough to glide in one direction |
| It was all a dream |
| Pictures in Murder Dog magazine |
| EC Illa, Keak da Sneak screaming «Yanahmean» |
| Dark Room Familia, pulling guns on police |
| It was all a dream |
| It was all a dream |
| It was all a dream |
| Pictures in murder dog magazine |
| Brotha Lynch back to back, haulin' MJG |
| Riding dirty, puffin' that UGK on the beat |
| It was all a dream |