CUNNINLYNGUISTS - Dreams lyrics
rate me{28 seconds of lullaby-like intro}[Intro: B.J. the Chicago Kid]Made it this far....[Chorus: B.J. the Chicago Kid]Yeah, I know it gets hard but we made it this farand we never gonna stopEven when we reach the top (Even when we reach the top)I said I know it gets hardbut we made it this farand we never gonna stopEven when we reach the top of our dreams[Tunji]I'm tryna reach the top of my dreamsThat's why I'm mapping out the script and slowly plottin my scenesThey never get the picture, even when they're watchin that screenThat's why they underestimate me, cause I'm not what I seemI'm quite different, entirely focused on making wise decisionsI'd rather risk a huge mistake than spend my life wishinI try to deal with every problem with the right vision'Cause when you're gone, it's just that coffin that you lie stiff inSix feet under, makes me wonderif I could go back in time and try to fix each blunderThat I made when I was younger, way before the hungerBefore these groupie broads was tryna save a brother numberUh, see I'm achievin every part of my goalsAnd I'ma stay the same, no matter how far that I goI think bright, even though inside I'm dark and I'm coldFeel the pain in my heart and my soul - but I'm livin my dream~![Chorus][Natti]Yeah..At last rap has its, Dr. Parnassus for the massesLivin a dream with the atlas as my mattressLivin a dream cause the rent is fantasticHaters get evicted on a daily basisMiddle finger notice waved in they facesLet the door hit 'em where the Good Lord split 'emPSP players you missin the big pictureGet a million-inch screen let your dream be seenThe world is a stage let your dream be sceneBackdrop and props for the finer thingsEnjoy the spice of life on your fries and wingsand wash it down with something importedIf domestic ain't the best at making you feel importantAim high, poppin bottles will get boringI can have caviar dreams and, champagne wishesor a catfish sandwich with Champagne the stripperIt's my dream[Deacon]Listen, claim a victory for enterin this world EarthThen play your symphony from city to the rural dirtBeyond hurt, invert your neural confinesI hit the lines like I'm runnin in the combineIntramural of the mind, drink ya night capsDream big nigga, play that shit in IMAXMy dream theater's a perpetual climaxMake miracles, give me water I'll give you wine backFor troops in Iraq, Haitians in the Carib' or my Arabs, who keep the faith and wear it like a scarabDreams prepare ya for livin, they hold the key to lifeGotta be the sheriff when you have 'em try to read 'em rightDon't be impressed by things that haunt ya when you sleep at nightJust rise above it, right in public, catch an eagle flightTap that passion that's within ya and just let it breathI heard it whisper words of wisdom would ya let it be, please.. Let it be...[Chorus][Outro: B.J the Chicago Kid]Top of our dreams! (of our dreams)Top of our dreams! (Top of our dreams)Top of our dreams! (of our dreams)Top of our dreams! (Yeah-eah yeah, yeah-eah yeah)Yeah-eah yeah, yeah-eah yeah-eah...
