| Real story, like I was
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| I was playin this, this record
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| For a friend of mine y’knahmsayin we was just chillin
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| I was just playin her the album and like
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| She was like, «Yo I love the record, record is incredible
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| But y’know something’s different
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| Y’knahmsayin somethin it just ain’t the same»
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| I said nigga that’s the point~!
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| My momma told me that this music was cool
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| All she ever wanted from me was to graduate from school
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| But I, had other plans so I bid school adieux
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| I called Food Lion, had to tell 'em I was through
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| No more stockin peas and corn
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| I was born for a much greater purpose, do you this service
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| Margie got nervous, but timers don’t sweat
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| 8 years, I ain’t been back yet
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| Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins
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| Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends
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| Spendin weeks on the road, ma this ain’t for pretend
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| Unheard to the creme de la creme, keep bouncin
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| On beats pouncin, cat reflexes
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| Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus
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| Big like Texas, G’s on the checklist
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| You ain’t gotta ask ma I’m bringin home the breakfast
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| Gotta respect this
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| (Momma I got dreams, but dreams don’t keep the lights on)
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| I’mma make money money
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| And if I can’t make it I’mma take money money
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| What you say buddy buddy?
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| (Momma I got dreams, but dreams don’t keep the lights on)
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| Bills paid, bank account ensured
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| Top of the world screamin fuck that, get yours!
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| I still go the crib and see my niggas on the corner
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| Chillin with the pounds on they waist, gettin old
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| Gettin round in the face and when I hang with them
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| They ask me if «The Minstrel Show» means I’m ashamed of them
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| Well — I can’t say that I’m proud, but only sayin
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| Can’t say I’m allowed to judge, I’m just glad to see you
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| Cause truth be told, if my records never sold
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| And I wasn’t raised this bold, nigga I would probably be you
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| I’ve been God blessed with the gift to make music
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| It took me all over the continent
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| But still got boys on the block and fam, smokin rock
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| So please, miss me with that conscious shit
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| I spent many a sleepless night because of it
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| Until I had to shake that shit off and reach the conclusion
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| That every now and then you gotta axe yourself
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| Do you really wanna win or just look good losin?
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| It’s no illusion, yes yes
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| La la la la la la LAHHHH!
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| Momma I got dreams…
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| Momma I got dreams… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreams , by - Little Brother. Song from the album Getback, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп