be inside of me oh oh oh ah I will laugh for you I will play for you I'll always hold you in my dreams In my dreams in my dreams
Otis: Wake up in a mad rage and I can't see Cold sweat from the broken images of my dreams I've seen worlds of peace with no pain But then I woke up
m really feeling in the mood for love So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my
yeah Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey And it feels like a dirty dream Like I'm walking to the guillotine Feel the voodoo in my brain Sipping on a hurricane
rain but I've put other people through a hurricane just to work the game Some time I swim through so much shame I think my little man's blessed that he didn't get my
She eats me up alive, A category five, She's like a hurricane. She don't come with no directions, She keeps me guessing and it hurts my brain.
styling with my mates My little getaway that only music can create You see time stops still in the eye of the storm The foundations of my home where my
I'm really feeling in the mood for love So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my
struggling trying to come up since I was a child. Who are you to judge me for my sins and what I did wrong. I'm trying to live don't my mama singing
if your man get lost like the TV show, get at em She came through, I gave Chris her friend Get my Dream on, my shawty a 10, ya dig yeah Get you one
m a child again Church saw remaind me to stay grateful A more y remaind me to stay playful Day's go by, my life all high I leave all my walks so the
a child again Church saw remaind me to stay grateful A more y remaind me to stay playful Day's go by, my life all high I leave all my walks so the fight
o I'm deadly like snow I go in for the kill high speed never slow So you know I chop it up Double up my feria, cause I doesn't give a fuck You get stuck when my
I wanna be your common sense pain Wrap your head in a picket fence Rebuild after the hurricane Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my
bootlegger, Wanna mix you up something strange Braid your hair like a sister, maybe like a hurricane Right there, that's the postman sleeping in the sand He's got my
air i can taste it warm wind on my face and victory filling my lungs quietly fighting impatience precision picking my phrases and counting my words well i am destined for greatness would my
to love you but I'm getting blown away. I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream, you could have been anyone to me. Before that moment you touched my
your dreams away They rip through your life Like a hurricane blowing Time is the healer alone And you know it Here comes the dream weaver You better
