Lyrics:
my dreams, yuh done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me what's the deal)
I think about
a girl and boy
We’ll turn manhattan into an isle of joy
I like new york in june how about you?
I like a gershwin tune how about you?
How about you?
East
Spartan
Omoge I be Spartan Omo Spartan
Hooli gimme energy make e ginger my heart o
The way you dey do your tinz e no be by force o
Willy gimme melody make
mistakes
Than an island already filled with heartbreaks?
Tell me once again about
The dreams you had when we were kids
Tonight might be my night to reminisce
[B.I.G.]
1970 Somethin' nigga i don't sweat the date my moms was late,
so i had to plan my escape, out the skins,
in this world the fly girls
That's me! ooh! ... oooohh, you voluptouns Manhattan Island clit.. Take me... I'm yours, you hole... Fulfill my... wildest... dreams!....
Ooooh! Anything
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
Hindered by sober restlessness
Submitting to the amber crutch
The theme in my aching prose
The theme in my aching prose
Fantasizing the sight
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
called easy street
Our houses are weak and cheap
So this goes out to my struggling peeps
I have a dream we get out this week
New york, can they say
On the floor we sitting down
In Manhattan it's me and my baby girl
We making love on the fifth floor
She Looked me in my eyes this what she said
Can
the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller
A mic in my
the freak
I got a girl in the Castle and one in the pagoda
You know I got rhymes like Abe Vigoda
I'm a Def Manhattan killer, a rhyme driller
A mic in my
the angels
Saint Peter ain’t got nothing on me now
In dreams I walk the girders of the Manhattan skyline
Feel so alive when the wind blows, just riding my
to prove that I was there
This time my mom was in the dream I was trying to tell her that getting up at six was a good idea
I was playing in an ensemble
see you in my dreams
(I see you in my dreams, you done know di love is real)
Baby boy, not a day goes by
Without my fantasies (come on, girl tell me
makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream
I
Exacerbated by the fact that my syntax
Is highly complicated 'cause I immigrated
From the single greatest little place in the Caribbean
Dominican Republic! I
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fightin' demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm goin' dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they're
empty but my mind is
Full of Change;
Cruising down the streets of Manhattan,
From kaunas to Nevada,
On my way to make my life from dreams into Nirvana
shit
HMV at the cash register, girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales
from my own label
While you act rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags,
somebody make her (I just live, I live day by day)
Shut up about it, can we settle down please? (Fighting demons)
I smoked away my brain, I think I'm
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