Lyrics:
Ain't it true now
You need love like I do (don't you)
Boy I can tell by the way you look
When I'm looking at you
Well, well, well you need love
I am j Becker, hmm aye
You can't fuck with me move
Too high for all these hoes
Go fuck another bro
I make more than you fool
I know I am the best
One
shooting for Georgia Tech, like my name was Eddie Elisma
Doing this thing these boys can't mess with me, these boys can't test me
What's left to see, is
scare my fears with my Bravery
Can never act nice I'm a tough guy
I only respect the most high
Dreams move on
They got no vacation
Ghetto boy thinking
you
Strapped up in church
Cause I can't trust the preacher
Pain anger fear darkness all in your heart boy
Dreams will he live them
Or get called in
dreams.
Keep a high-self esteem and you can succeed.
(repeat hook)
To all the Men woman kids ,little boys and girls
I'm sending Messages of love all across
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
of y'all
And if ya immature then I'm out the door
I'm on fire gettin' head by the
Harlem Boys Choir
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin' an R&B dick
Talk about sleeping
My bed's the set
Not sure about the ending
But it starts when he creeps in
Can't look around
No one's not moving
I'm staring in
a pretty boy
Name me somebody could ever top me at anything
No never me, in any dream, by any means
I think shawty wanna wedding ring
I tell her "please...
hazey
And ever since a yuet I been living in a day dream
Raised on the block, poor little Casey
Look at how it changed me
Council estate baby
Looking for
of strange
It's never been the same
Since sixteen
Young kid, with big bright dreams
I was writing like every other day
Didn't give a fuck about streams
wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Yeah yeah
Come on
In the mix
Baby we can make it
If
I know that boy he be kapping
Even though he said he talking his shit
Chef by the pot and it's lit
Don't fuck with the boy, I can't fuck with his
To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams
ain't it true now
You need love like I do (don't you)
Boy I can tell by the way you look
When I'm looking at you
Well, well, well you need love
Like
seconds left in the game
The Dream team led by one
They knew if they could freeze the ball
The Jacksons would be done
Just then the four young Jackson boys
going to stop my motion
Not to be boasting
But you can't stop what was already written
Get up off your boy
When you're too generic with your rhythm
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream
My momma said, "That drama don't need it"
Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and
If you can keep it, you ain't
your face together, better stand up straight
Boy, we can do much more together
(Better get it right, get it right, get it right, get it right)
Boy
I’m that brown boy from Africa I don’t know why I landed in africa But I’m proud to be an African I gat dreams gigantical You can call me master you
shadow dreams are equal
Then why can't the next shadow dreamer be you
That's the philosophy I live my life by
When things get hard through the stress
Chasing my dreams
I want them to happen
Woah
God gave them to me
Chasing my dreams
I want them to happen
Woah
God gave them to me
I can hear
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