Then I think that I've seen enough Oh, I've given you all of my love But it's still not enough Oh, if this is what dreams are made of Give a little time to me Give a little trust and you'd see Give a little peace of mind You never know what you might

Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something Sweet dreams are made of this Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Now you're in New York Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up

Sweet dreams are made of this Who am I to disagree? I've traveled the world and the seven seas Everybody's lookin' for something Keep your head up, movin' on Hold your head up, movin' on Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you

Breathe for a minute My dreams are made of gold Breathe for a minute breathe for a minute I'll be okay California, don't let me down Seas of golden But there's trouble all around He once was a waiter now he's a singer Making money on the street

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

Street dreams are made of these Everybody's looking for something Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Uh, what, what, uh My man put me up for the

Through my head, All the life running through her hair, Dreams are made winding through my head, The piercing radiant moon, The storming of poor June, Approaching guiding light, Our shallow years in fright, Before you know, Awake, Your lives are open