Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating in the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams, and a window looking on the mountains and the sea. How lovely! this is where i want to be.

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

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize

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

Oh, any other, any other way I cannot explain it The system only dreams in total darkness Why are you hiding from me? We’re in a different kind of thing now All night you’re talking to God We said we’d only die of lonely secrets And I cannot explain it

Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators 20 flat screens they got cameras every angle Dope been coming so you know the income major Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger Contract killers

Quiet nights of quiet stars, quiet chords from my guitar Floating in the silence that surrounds us Quiet thoughts and quiet dreams, quiet walks by quiet streams, and a window looking on the mountains and the sea. How lovely! this is where i want to be.

Yeah we scream, yeah we shout 'til we don't have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, it ain't nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just tryna be heard in all this noise Can't take the noise Wrecking balls, downtown

Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide Three hundreds years still no one knows, the secret remains

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