Testi:
Killing The Dream Sick Of Sleeping

For everyday, for all the years. I tried to try and fell and failed. And you were always here. I tried to write...this is all I got. I tried to sing,

Verse:1 (B.G.) I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that

start sleeping with the guns in your bed Make a false move, and try to run then you dead (so you better start smart), and start sleeping with the guns

my click, some niggas done ran up in my shit Forced to use the fo-fifth, leavin 'em layin' in Ol 8 English piss Got me all stressin' and sick, pickin

and now he sick Me, I've been ballin' heavy, slangin' nothin' but ki's All my money come with ease, muthafuck the weed I hear two sets of screams, but it's just a dream

killa whale (killa whale) don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco) praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down sick material

You ruined it now, I hope you go to sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you SCREAM about it I hope your conscience

you Slim, we coulda been together, think about it You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep

many times can we have this argument? I'm broke, broke, sick, sore, tired and full of hate, drift off to sleep in another state. This Friday night, every night shit's fucking killing