I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

All these damn chains, modern slavery (ice) But this ain't 1800 so they pay me (cash) Uh, yuh, shaking my demons off (shake 'em) Dippin' my dreams in sauce (dreams) Never been food for sharks (nope) Wrist like fins on dolphins (splash) Pop hella bands

When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who knows Forty days, forty nights What the thunder and lightning will bring Maybe the storm will cover my dreams Maybe the sun will shine no more Which way the wind is blowing And when we look back on these things We won't cry no more

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

There's a revolution Swirling pictures of never ending dreams I can't see what these images mean Locked inside can't set the rainbow free Like perishing flowers they sag and twist and die Joy or sorrow what does revolution mean To save today is like

This is the end This is the end of chasing dreams gone by Ever-long is this goodbye and this This is the end of our respect denied Stand with us or stand aside This ends now Look me in these blackened eyes Brothers my brothers And I don't care about last

Four A.M., praying, can I get some rest? Dreams of suicide and a need for death "They changed so much, you know what I'm saying? How did these two motherfuckers, from New Orleans How did they change, how did they change music?" Yeah, I was the wave, but

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New