t lie no more I lost all my dreams Do dreams really matter? I lost all my dreams I?m here now, that?s what matters I lost all my dreams
gold 8: 'don't be late' is for my niggas paper-chasin Got nines for trick niggas in the game player-hatin 10's is for my niggas locked down in the pen And my
be straight back on my travels burning rubber over gravel till we see the english channel [Chorus] #3 As the carriage pulls away I'll pull my lady
to a level Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye glides with the view like a hawk Defined, my mind
so fly Man I, man I, man, I'm gettin' rich See me in the club, you better watch yo bitch Back in the day we only had 3 channels 2, 5, 11 but my brother
in but you are gone / The waves crash, the wind blows / But something's missing / Its no fun around here / without your drugs / I change the channels all alone / At 3
I've been known to lay here And watch TV all night Flippin' through the channels But can't find the thing I like What happened to my favorite shows Where
successfully today two hundred billion dollar sponsoring contracts guarantee best quality telecast will be on 24 hours a day on ENTV's network 3 I had a frightening dream
all my late-night friends, I drink to your health. And tony little, america's personal trainer, please kill yourself. Now I've sold a few things myself in my
'd be straight back on my travels Burning rubber over gravel 'til we see the English Channel [Chorus] [Devlin Verse 3] As the carriage pulls away, I pull my
up, now everybody just Chorus Verse 3: Petey Pablo Hey, hey, hey, hey! Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack Come on, liquor inside my head like that
the story goes 85% believing all the videos God knows, who controls the radios Some people chose the road to be hoes And so I rose in the middle of all
a couple of days so I'm here lying on my bed, until I fade I flick the channels one to one, I flick them through again and all the time I'm dreaming
eye of the tiger like SURVIVOR You seen it all before I just inherit the title emcee Now it's me your new AMERICAN IDOL Without all of the bull or me
you For all y'all [Verse 3: The Game + sample repeats: "Wouldn't get far, far, far, far" and "For you baby, I'd find you"] I done have my share of bitches
'ma fuck 'til I break off chunks Break off a big chunk of skunk and take off with a blunt Hit the studio, sometimes I work all day Still change my voicebox oil every 3
