Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dreaming , by - Nines. Song from the album From Church Rd. to Hollywood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dreaming |
| I had a dream that I made it |
| Never have to dream about my crib getting raided |
| (Why Fam) |
| That’s cah' I never had to move dank |
| Celebrating like them fans from the new camp |
| More groupies than you can imagine |
| Flyer than Aladdin, niggas tryna jump on the wagon |
| I still rolled with a hand-ting |
| Only difference is I was going home to a mansion |
| Had an indoor football pitch playing goal-to-goal |
| I was still me I never sold my soul |
| I bought my whole hood whips |
| Even the fends and no-good chicks |
| Had the block looking like a car-lot |
| I rep Church Road till my heart stops |
| Came through in a stupid mik |
| Ace of spades and I juiced the diluted drinks |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |
| Used to be on probation because I shot green |
| Now I’m in Sandro paid with the yaght team |
| Touring the world, killing the shows |
| Me and Youngs fucking the industry hoes |
| No-one looking bummy now we’re all fresh |
| They’re calling me a legend like George Best |
| Used to mix yayo with lighter cane |
| Now I fly to Spain on a private plane |
| Goodbye to selling working bud |
| Went from stepping on pure coke to Persian rugs |
| Six-figure paintings on my walls |
| Marble floors, cameras by the doors |
| Spend a week with my girl out in Aspen |
| Let me a get a shout-out to the has-beens |
| Me and Fats sat racing in Ferraris |
| Nothing ain’t changed though raving in Armani |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |
| Giving out cheques and jewels to my family |
| Can’t believe this is true, music was plan B |
| I was on the road-side moving that candy |
| In the Trap house cooking food — Gordon Ramsay |
| They don’t wanna see me shine in that fast car |
| DB9 same colour as a Mars bar |
| Dress code smoother than lotion |
| Drop the mixtape then I blew like the ocean |
| The record label independent |
| All my niggas had chains 20 carats in the pendants |
| Hardly in the hood always over-seas |
| So keep that change if you owe me P’s |
| Had a personal suit taylor, bitch like tomb raider |
| True savior, chain look like a blue laser |
| Then my ling ring Cos them shoots stay fending. |
| That’s when I realised that I was day-dreaming |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |
| Those flashing lights |
| Got me so hypnotised |
| Take me to paradise |
| Take me to paradise |