Lyrics:
by the sea now
And I got big dreams under these small city lights small city lights
I got big dreams under these small city lights small city lights
Hey, lemme tell you a little story
Okay? Okay
So it started with a big dream
Passion flowing through the bloodstream
Frustrated thought she was
Mixed by Big Jerm
Produced by Hoyle, and written by me
Alright
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I remember when I first came around, on Thomas Boulevard, in late July
pass by me friendships and small ships and hardships and dreams
That's where I want to be here where it all comes around
Oh, my head is in the sand
pass by me
Friendships and small ships and hardships and dreams
That's where I want to be, here where it all comes around
Oh, my head is in the sand
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
what dreams are made of
But people I don't have the time to hang with
Always look at me and say the same shit
They say "you promised me you would
talk
They can tell I'm steppin' by the way I walk
If bruh say "Get him
" then they already got him
Comin' up, spark shit, GT status
I turned my dreams
And I could give you your dreams
If I were giant size
On top of it all
Tell me what in the world would I sing for
If I had it
Sometimes I feel lost
Time has got you by the tail
Your tail
You don't know what you got till it's already gone
And now this gone as you can get
I try to reason with you
big start
The A-Bomb fears, Annette had ears, I lusted in my heart
A young man from Boston set sail the new frontier
And we watched the Dream
to
Inner cities the rich won't move to
The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard
The opposite of how these concentration camps are
Low-income
anything
I should channel my Steve Biko
Cause if I mic what I like
I might free a few
I had dreams so big they had dreams too
Broke boy but not to these
anything
Down the bottles, so I do not recall anything
I should channel my Steve Biko
Cos if I mic what I like
I might free a few
I had dreams so big, they
Dreaming Big In c Small Town
That girl was born to be in California
Have her blonde hair bleached by a Venice Beach sun
Drive a little red sports
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure time for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure time for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by
chiefin', yeah yeah
This that rooftop with a speaker
Blue Dream and a Swisher
Full moon, never clearer, yeah yeah
This that ridin' 'round for no reason
Got
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
thought I'd be looking down
On who? On you cause I'm so big
Me and my money is all I dig
I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk
We take 24
I heard her drawl, southern drawl
Then I heard my dream was back downstream cavortin' in Davenport
And I followed you, Big River, when she called
thing, we recording, riding me like a 'Rari
I'ma keep standing tall, tatted back, and I'm scarred
Like graffiti on a wall, big dreams, got 'em all
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