Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Dreams, artist - Tsu SurfDate of issue: 06.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Broken Dreams |
| Broken dreams lost in the night |
| Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again |
| If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin' |
| Die tryin' |
| This Long Term shit real, check my motherfuckin' résumé |
| While they was gettin' fly, I was tryin' to levitate |
| Dabble through my catalogue, and after all you better say |
| I done keep it funky from the jump, but it doesn’t stank |
| And that might not register with he or her |
| Who doesn’t think, who doesn’t think he hasn’t earned |
| His spot in history without a body burned |
| It’s not that I’m an alchemist but I can turn |
| Any metal into gold, nothin' into somethin' |
| And when it feels like hell, I know that Heaven’s close |
| And it ain’t up for debate so change the subject |
| Sometimes I feel more awake with my eyes closed |
| Broken dreams lost in the night |
| Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again |
| If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin' |
| Die tryin' |
| Everybody needs somethin' |
| They see my show and it’s sold out |
| Wrists rocky, so the money I still loan out |
| Niggas buggin' out, need an exterminator |
| I leave your body covered in chrome: the Terminator |
| I’ll change a hater’s concerns to be concerned with paper |
| Then he’ll produce like Erick Sermon, hear the sermon later |
| For now, I read they comments, I browse |
| Supreme, I’m on my taxes, I’m raisin' they eyebrows |
| You might be jumpin' out the window: Ron Browz |
| Comin' at me simple with my style, nah |
| Broken dreams led to fixed realities |
| I was trained like the Santa Fe, fatality, God |
| Broken dreams lost in the night |
| Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again |
| If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin' |
| Die tryin' |
| I’m lost dreamin', the walls screamin', see y’all demons |
| Room spinnin' in hell and sin, what y’all breathin'? |
| Precautious paranoia keep me boxed in |
| And I ain’t lock a soul out, I got locked in |
| Blunt of loud to make light of my current fame |
| Current game, trio trippin' me Molly in this current day |
| Overseas women, I’m sinnin', but that’s a current change |
| Still got a shot: Steve Kerr at range |
| No bullshit, you a victim at this current range |
| Wonder when I thrashed the concept that I was insane |
| Or that them and I was the same |
| Block full of candles |
| Seen what’s-his-names turn to «what's his name?» |
| Closet full of problems that’s irrelevant by every bid |
| Layin' next to the skeletons in the evidence |
| Closet full of problems that’s irrelevant by every bid |
| Layin' next to the skeletons in the evidence |
| Broken dreams lost in the night |
| Pieces fallin', pick ‘em up again |
| If I don’t win I swear I’ll die tryin' |
| Die tryin' |