Lyrics:
That keeps the block cool
She's a side piece keeper
Might let my momma meet her
Designer Dreams
She want the big Birkin bag
To match Designer needs
Yeah
Wrist Patec not that
Hit foreign whip gold tech
Big lil dreams not all that
Foreign crap want that
Ya, ya ya
Gold chain all that no paitience
Got
destination
Six thousand of the same streets with different names
And the same despair hangs in the sky of the same grey
The same two hands tick by another
(It's showtime)
You got big shoes to fill
But dawg, it's your time (It's your time)
I got promises and dreams to fulfill
It's go time
I got legacies
more. fuck on
The principal, was always absent, had to get handjobs,
From his female coworkers.
I had a big...big dream
That was taken away, from me by
[Intro]
Yo! Section9inety
I'm at the bando right now
[Hook]
Every time I pull up feeling wavey
Big dreams I want a bigger mansion
Shawty she
Everyday I get up and I pray to Jah
And he increases the number of clocks
By exactly one
Everybody's coming home for lunch these days
Last night
them, just wait and see
I got big dreams, don't care if they laugh at me
Get it off the muscle, grinding every day
Through the ups and downs, I'll find
to sleep in Paris
And wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne
I love her and I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring
deserve every chain
Real nigga
Big gold chain with the big block
(The big block)
Run up in the club
With the stick high
(Stick high)
Get in my way
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it
I used to stand on the corner when I was a child
And I would play my guitar and sing as the people went by
The sidewalks were crowded, but I'd just
To achieve something big, you need
To start with only one step
You are one and the only lead
You will never go back
At a time of a struggle, you stay
by a bright tomorrow
While you wallow in grief I keep pursuing dreams
That's what separates you and me
But bright tomorrows won't console me for
Drowning drowning drowning drowning
Living like a dream it’s so astounding
Blowing kush like beats it’s by the pound and
Shoutout KLC influence
I don't dream like i used to
The pictures aren't black and white
And I don't sleep like I used to
I'm captivated by the night
Now I'm living in
let the riddim come set you free
You know I got it, girl, you fi listen me keen
I got the ticket to fulfill your dreams
Just touch the sky with it,
with no money and all this weight on my shoulder
Used to wish that I could kick ball every day that I got older
Hopes and dreams passing by me as I could
It could all fall apart
Might as well go on and take a big swing
It might turn out better than all your wildest dreams
Just wait and see
Just wait
side
Sitting in the corner
Watch my dream go by
I can't get a word out
Because I'm too shy
Now he's talking to her
Sweeps her of her feet
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
Big Syke, Newt, Hank, Beugard, Big Sir
Y'all know how this shit go
All eyes on me
Motherfuckin' OG
Roll up in the club and shit, is that right?
heard her drawl, Southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream Cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when you called
Then
behind, where all things fall
Broken books and calendars
Letters script in careful hand
Music, too, a standard tune by
Some forgotten big brass band
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