Lyrics Sweet Dreams - Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

Hanging from the chandelier,
What your looking for is here uh,
I’ll kiss you like I mean it,
She says you must be dreamin,
Maybe this is a curse, so all these girls are in my face ah,
R-R-R-Recognize this place, because I run this
Jesus don’t get between us, we’re all just having fun,
This girl is looking at me like I’m the only one,
I got that paper baby, that gets ya what ya want,
I’m thinking later maybe, we’ll get it going on
Sweet dreams are made of these,
Sweet dreams are made of these,
Travel the world and the seven seas,
Everybody’s looking for something,
Guns, bitches, weed, money, buy and sell,
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame,
Guns, bitches, weed, money, buy and sell,
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
What ya lookin at baby is a motherfuckin legend in the making,
For the rest of your life I’ll be there,
I’ll be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair,
I’m the …
You tell me, ’cause I know that you’ve heard,
That L-E-F-T ist that one MC that spits fucking superb,
I’m killing them with this, I’m killing them with that,
I’ll make it disappear and then I’ll bring it back,
It’s like I’m in the black and white …
I’m in a … for you, it takes two
And it should take you as long as it does to pursue,
So Brad knew, As soon as you ran through, I knew what I had to do
It takes two
And it should take you as long as it does to pursue,
So Brad knew, As soon as you ran through, I knew what I had to do
It takes two or maybe only one
Oh my god what the fuck is going on?
She asked me what have I become,
And I’m looking at her like I know this one,
I’m faded, daddy I think I made it,
Fuck being underrated, i wannna have everything they did
Guns, bitches, weed, money, buy and sell,
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame,
Guns, bitches, weed, money, buy and sell,
Gold chain, Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
What ya lookin at baby is a motherfuckin legend in the making,
For the rest of your life I’ll be there,
I’ll be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair