Oh, me, oh, my Dreams in my arms Is all I have to hold Since you've been gone Ever since you been gone I had a dream Thinking that you were gone Leaving me on my own And you, you was there

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on

Baby won't you dance with me Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt And all is darkness in my room Baby take a chance I'm feeling kind of hurt I had a dream last night That I was piloting a plane

It seems like dreams I've always have Could be, should be making me glad But why am I blue? It's up to you to explain I'm thinking maybe, baby, I'll go away Someday, someway you'll come and say It's you that I need Maybe you'll be pleading in vain It had

Last night I had a bad dream That I was trapped in this city Uh, nice watch, run it Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it Since a youngin' always dreamed of gettin' rich Look at me my nigga Fantasize about a white picket fence With some trees my

Ah ah ah ah ah My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me Till then I walk alone I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Where the city

I had a dream last night I dream't that I was swimming And the stars up above Directionless and drifting Somewhere in the dark Were the sirens and the thunder And around me as I swam The drifters who'd gone under

When day is done Although I miss your tender kiss The whole day through, I miss you most of all And shadows fall I dream of you! I think of all The joys we knew! That yearning, returning,

Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry I'm too fly, I spread my wings and I'm soaring Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird Wassup Pablo? What's poppin? You got them birds? D-low?

It was my senior year I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams I had an offer on the table A four year ride 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next