i could stand This castle made of sand Is slipping through my hands The dream is over now Our hearts have been misguided Lost somehow The dream is over
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i could stand this castle made of sand is slipping through my hands the dream is over now our hearts have been misguided lost somehow the dream is over
of years passed College was great Just got a new job, I'm a move to L.A. The big city lives were always my dream I'm just hoping that everything is all
Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do You know It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer At the same time , 96
is easy to dismiss those who seek peace as dreamers, But isn't our whole culture built on past dreams? It is essential that our dreams become a reality
that she know she gone dyin' Probably some shit we'll never figure out I think my mind is plotting plangs and my second mind is trying to take me out I had a dream
flight I turned into a bat, I flew away I said at the disco is where I gotta stay Because back home, there was nothing like this In Transylvania this is
Yes sir Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Tes sir Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest But all they got left is this guy called West
I'm your cousin Your high-school year book under my pillow You walk by my window, I see your silhou-ette Candle light is what I desire But all I get to do is
you a story Bout money bout fame, bout fortune bout glory I've been there, when the times got worse I don't owe you niggaz shit, let me say that first Over
was really on the cut, with a mouth full of rocks You niggaz faking, bumping bout your street glory But my days in the hood, is a true story I was 18
this was three whole years ago KIM yes! yes, i know i know how pain can grow when the rock you hold onto is a love miles away listen, please, i already know this story
Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs
Face Idibia Baby girl it is you that I see From the eyes of the eagle is like impossibility ?cause people no dey see, the way way I dey see am Your beauty is
WHEN SOMEONE WILL READ THAT LETTER AND THIS NIGHT WILL LIVE AGAIN AND SO OUR STORY'S OVER AND THE CHILD RETURNED TO BED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS MAGIC NIGHT