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Soft Boys Dreams

Dreams are my everything I'm not here Dreams are my everything I don't care I hear green symphonies In the silence I hear black melodies In the violence

city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talkin', Mayweather - Paquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys

10 and it's almost 2 Walking through the party with his dick on the roof Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt She can dance real nasty all the boys

, next year, they more deader And I write rhymes, more deadly and more better Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote And sell it to tough teenage boys

show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises And nobody acknowledges that boys

I make your mind feel good, your body follows it I pour lovin in, your mind swallows it I'm not dissin Prince, cause he's my friend But boys'll be boys

it, you comin right back. comin right back yeah you comin right back fo' da, Cocaine. Twista Verse This for them white girl movers, big dreams of makin

on the street There'll be trouble when they see me Them bitches is foul, take a look at the evening news You'll see a nigga gettin' cuffed by the boys

my hand Pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream I'm getting lost in your curls I'm getting crushed out on the things that only I should see And not for boys