| Dreams
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| Getting lost in the world I live in
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| Don’t you know we will shine
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| Cause what’s a promise if it ain’t worth giving?
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Yeah, my brother’s keeper and my mother’s leader
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| My sister Kida and my uncle geniuses
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| My auntie dissed me, I don’t fucking need her
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| Guess all I’m missing is a cousin skeeter
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| I say my life’s like a movie, should I star in it?
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| Wretchi Hendrix is playing that guitar riff
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| Rhythm and blues, the same sad songs still on the news
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| Would you walk a mile as a black kid in their shoes?
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| As a kid, I found toys in my cereal box
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| Now the kids are in a box from them serial cops, popping
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| I lost my voice screaming about this
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| I guess it’s in my genes to have a crease in my trousers
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| They do what ain’t allowed, how can our people allow this?
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| Saying «don't have a cow, bitch», I feel to halal it
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| Sizzle and douse it, let it simmer
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| Sim Simma, I’m a nigga in a Bimmer
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| I’m a nigga in a Benz, I’m a nigga in a Porsche
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| My nigga, us niggas still on a horse
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| But it’s way more pricey
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| The chain’s all icey
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| We just went to the White House from the white street
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| Rollie presidential, I don’t even need a side piece
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| I’ma be successful, you ain’t even gotta like me
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| You ain’t even gotta help me, status on the selfie
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| When I need pounds, I’ll be snacking on the wealthy
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| Eating till I’m healthy, speak until the world see
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| See no evil and hear no people
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| Or fear those people, we’re soon equal
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| Hundred years ago, we couldn’t even score a touchdown
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| Wonder why when they see us ball, they get the cuffs out
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| Cartier the bracelet, put initials on the cuffs now
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| Perfect my intellect to get effects if I dumb down
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| Just watch how my race run now
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| Dreams
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| Getting lost in the world I live in
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| Don’t you know we will shine
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| Cause what’s a promise if it ain’t worth giving?
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| Whoa, whoa
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| All I need is good food, good people, a good groove
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| Then it’s good riddance to bad dudes with hood news
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| I don’t even read The Sun no more, just hope the rain don’t pour
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| That pot of gold’s on that rainbow floor
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| See, I see beautiful colours, I see beautiful people
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| I see a beautiful mother, her insignificant equal
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| This made a beautiful person, I hope that it changes him
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| Cause when he gets his rains on him, there won’t be no changing him
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| I done seen a mum strip to buy her son clothes
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| I done seen a dad shot, then get his skull blown
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| See, that’s a match made in heaven on the same road
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| Do what you gotta do to get your rainbow
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| Your SMA gold, to make your chain glow
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| That’s how the game goes, I see your halo
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| I know you’re hurting but you gotta keep the faith, bro
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| Because your funeral won’t take away the pain, bro
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| I mean, it’s time we start moving like Columbus and shit
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| Getting to our destination, then be burning the ships
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| Cause there’s no turning back now, the further you drift
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| And I won’t let a million dollar man just Virgil my clique
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| See, I turned into a lion in the jungle I lived
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| But I see how they treat the lion in this circus I’m in
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| So now it’s more brains, less bite, I’m working with it
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| But I still get to eat my dinner, have it served with a drink
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| Broken out of my sleep
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| That’s the sound of police
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| I’m having memory loss
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| Like when my mother’s telling me off
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| Don’t tell 'em I’m wrong
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| You tell 'em I lied, I’ll tell 'em I’m god
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| Is this a game of Simon Says?
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| Well, Simon says I hope the sirens end
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| They remind me of when
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| My mummy told me I should smile more
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| Before you blink, it’s over
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| No need to rush to grow up
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| My daddy told me I should smile more
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| Blue looks better in water
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| There’s way more colours in your heart
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| Sunshine (my heart’s red for you)
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| (Makes them green envy you)
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| Everybody loves the sunshine (even if our skies are grey)
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| (I'm still ocean blue) |