Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Dreams, artist - Trip Lee. Album song The Good Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.04.2012
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
New Dreams |
Hey I was raised in that lone-star state |
Where we go hard, can’t do it small at all, cause big things are at stake |
My dreams as a buck was to make a large bank |
Daddy told me the best, no one can tell me I can’t |
Be the best baller, or be the best rapper |
Got a little older and went after the latter |
Grind till' I shine trying to climb that ladder |
Grab a couple girls cause your boy look dapper |
At a young age, I saw I had it wrong |
Full of drive, but moving in reverse all along |
Dreams full of pride, heart full of stone |
You know I had to redefine what I grind on |
Success is dangerous, if you don’t do it right |
He gave us everything for pointing to Him right |
So toast to the King, who gave me some new dreams |
Everything for his name, that’s how I do things |
Never knew how lost I was till' I found God |
Then I couldn’t hear His voice, it was drowned out |
I was just chasing things, selfish dreams |
Now I see what he has for me, it’s the good life |
Uh-Huh, I grew up with those dodgers and those angels |
Where wings get mangled and they rock a broken halo |
Success is an idol from Hollywood to Diego |
No Hablo, if you don’t speak with the pesos |
And there favorite dollar sign is too much more green |
More lust, more taste, more touch |
I had an appetite that ate from the Devil’s power |
At every bite to see the rise, I’m kissing my life goodbye |
If I find I have a need this world cannot meet |
Then I know this life is a place where my hope should not be |
I’ve been chasing those things that are real fake |
This is not a real place, this is a dream state |
Functional saviors ain’t hip, they’re a real waste |
What’s the palace going to offer that a manager can’t |
Pain, sorrow, and empty treasures |
Spite the creator, and deem creation simply better |
The world offers a lot of things but it’s really lying |
And to the Lord, the good life is really dying |
I’m the Lord’s possession so my heart’s in the Heavens |
True Religion in my jeans and stop guessing |
Even the sun goes down, heroes die eventually |
Great careers end in the industry |
Empires implode, you may go down in history |
But everything will go down eventually |
Look, you could stack bread, but you can’t stop death |
And there won’t be any comfort offered you in that bed |
All get laid out, the games get played out |
In a maze headed to the grave and there is no way out |
You can’t outlast life it fades out fast |
Death is coming for us all, everything gon' pass |
So look at it from that angle dag |
My dreams gotta' be bigger and greater than that |
How is it persecuted martyrs in Asia |
Were living out there dreams, though they was walking in danger |
Their dreams are what lifted up the heart of the Savior |
And living in a way to show that’s what they wait for |
They wasn’t stackin' up the cake, but was walking in favor |
Living a good life because they want with the maker |
My dreams are different, you know that I’ve been changed now |
The good life is the life that’s been laid down |