The Dream Lyrics
| Song | The Dream |
| Artist | Chief Kamachi |
| Album | Radio Raheem |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah, come one, summer dreams | |
| Complete life dreams, don’t think that | |
| Yeah come on | |
| We all dream, summers by, | |
| I was born in eighty five, early ninety survival | |
| But how know the drum of a music will make me wiser | |
| I was listen in the king song on wazy | |
| Lil black boy’s getting strap to a ave | |
| Thou they hit a big will | |
| Plug and pack so hazy, | |
| Mama’s screaming why me, down town for an id | |
| Broke church go and hope, the angels let ‘em fly free | |
| Try to sell dinners cuz the funeral is five G | |
| I grow up around the **** face torching | |
| All pasted matrices making love to the serpans | |
| The only think that certain it’s dreams are the first | |
| Ain’t no high with that Heaven left that dreams on the curve | |
| We ride on the all hoopie to the hell shop | |
| Lil …spirit ...a hundred hands spot | |
| Bulletproof orders cuz our soul getting shell shot | |
| Mother**** the Government they wanna see us feel up | |
| And touring the G rock come on | |
| At night I can’t sleep, I toast and turn | |
| Picture me dress as aa profit they should get burn | |
| Sprinkle ashes in the earn, sciences acting fun | |
| Some of lane it should be king and I’m waiting to get my time | |
| From the streets to my mama, posses all kind of gifts | |
| Meditative, souls definite | |
| No account ..world stuck and closing | |
| Knew I was the chosen | |
| Life is stuck made it at home, energy was frozen | |
| From the soil, spiritual oil shut up the corrosive | |
| crap this seven hills, two pinching are posing | |
| success is in the future, I clearly see the image | |
| it’s true that many players never cross the line in scrimmage | |
| sit on the banch and they wander if the game fists | |
| You know we playing hot like in hell, using the same sticks | |
| Some people left all alone, then it’s when their brain switch | |
| They turning to monsters and do the same **********ts |
| Yeah, come one, summer dreams | |
| Complete life dreams, don' t think that | |
| Yeah come on | |
| We all dream, summers by, | |
| I was born in eighty five, early ninety survival | |
| But how know the drum of a music will make me wiser | |
| I was listen in the king song on wazy | |
| Lil black boy' s getting strap to a ave | |
| Thou they hit a big will | |
| Plug and pack so hazy, | |
| Mama' s screaming why me, down town for an id | |
| Broke church go and hope, the angels let ' em fly free | |
| Try to sell dinners cuz the funeral is five G | |
| I grow up around the face torching | |
| All pasted matrices making love to the serpans | |
| The only think that certain it' s dreams are the first | |
| Ain' t no high with that Heaven left that dreams on the curve | |
| We ride on the all hoopie to the hell shop | |
| Lil spirit ... a hundred hands spot | |
| Bulletproof orders cuz our soul getting shell shot | |
| Mother the Government they wanna see us feel up | |
| And touring the G rock come on | |
| At night I can' t sleep, I toast and turn | |
| Picture me dress as aa profit they should get burn | |
| Sprinkle ashes in the earn, sciences acting fun | |
| Some of lane it should be king and I' m waiting to get my time | |
| From the streets to my mama, posses all kind of gifts | |
| Meditative, souls definite | |
| No account .. world stuck and closing | |
| Knew I was the chosen | |
| Life is stuck made it at home, energy was frozen | |
| From the soil, spiritual oil shut up the corrosive | |
| crap this seven hills, two pinching are posing | |
| success is in the future, I clearly see the image | |
| it' s true that many players never cross the line in scrimmage | |
| sit on the banch and they wander if the game fists | |
| You know we playing hot like in hell, using the same sticks | |
| Some people left all alone, then it' s when their brain switch | |
| They turning to monsters and do the same ts |
| Yeah, come one, summer dreams | |
| Complete life dreams, don' t think that | |
| Yeah come on | |
| We all dream, summers by, | |
| I was born in eighty five, early ninety survival | |
| But how know the drum of a music will make me wiser | |
| I was listen in the king song on wazy | |
| Lil black boy' s getting strap to a ave | |
| Thou they hit a big will | |
| Plug and pack so hazy, | |
| Mama' s screaming why me, down town for an id | |
| Broke church go and hope, the angels let ' em fly free | |
| Try to sell dinners cuz the funeral is five G | |
| I grow up around the face torching | |
| All pasted matrices making love to the serpans | |
| The only think that certain it' s dreams are the first | |
| Ain' t no high with that Heaven left that dreams on the curve | |
| We ride on the all hoopie to the hell shop | |
| Lil spirit ... a hundred hands spot | |
| Bulletproof orders cuz our soul getting shell shot | |
| Mother the Government they wanna see us feel up | |
| And touring the G rock come on | |
| At night I can' t sleep, I toast and turn | |
| Picture me dress as aa profit they should get burn | |
| Sprinkle ashes in the earn, sciences acting fun | |
| Some of lane it should be king and I' m waiting to get my time | |
| From the streets to my mama, posses all kind of gifts | |
| Meditative, souls definite | |
| No account .. world stuck and closing | |
| Knew I was the chosen | |
| Life is stuck made it at home, energy was frozen | |
| From the soil, spiritual oil shut up the corrosive | |
| crap this seven hills, two pinching are posing | |
| success is in the future, I clearly see the image | |
| it' s true that many players never cross the line in scrimmage | |
| sit on the banch and they wander if the game fists | |
| You know we playing hot like in hell, using the same sticks | |
| Some people left all alone, then it' s when their brain switch | |
| They turning to monsters and do the same ts |
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