Just saying this Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams, whatever they be Dream a little dream
Tight And Tell Me You Miss Me; While I'm Alone And Blue As Can Be, Dream A Little Dream Of Me. Dream A Little Dream Of You And Me.
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late I got my whole life packed inside a suitcase Ridin in a Chevy that should've been a Mercedez Tryna keep my head above water So I stayed out the navy I, I, I made a
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
chase mines They say signs of the end is near I wonder can I walk a righteous path holdin a beer Got more verses than a Kramer, go off like a pager
In My Soul ------------------------------------------ As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn And a poor little baby child is born In the ghetto
Why this little town These three men, so wise Who's this child That we must follow Here to Bethlehem There's a song to sing And a tale to tell
a mother, Take a needle. Burning water, Drowning the pain. A soft spot for a ....... ....... She had a baby that had no name. They say a day will come When a
being broke Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a
be a lawyer Niggaz gotta get they priorities straight Really doe, young niggaz, Little Rah Rah Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy Don't be a
the winner Shit, I'm the only one kicking it Everyone else plotting and scheming But yet they never listen when I say I'm a little piece of love and a
early life,they told me I was chasin a dream Because I wanted everything that I seen on the screen Big home,diamonds,furs,and even them drop tops I went from ? ? ? ? ? ,little
around your way We just tell a story, tell a story Ryhmefest, a leader of records, man We document this story for you Puttin' it down, Chicago, ma, ya We just tell a
On the south side of chicago on A freezin' winter night In a crowded little bar room The men were rollin' dice I's winnin' by the hundreds Just rakin'
were fucked. Right at the end of the tour is when they are. Your team was on that day ??? committee ??? a fucking- a ball of fucking little- little
