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

Set me free Won't you stop, please Into the great wide open I will save your heart from breaking Raise your hands to the sky Across a land of blood and dreams Let it out, let it out Time to lay down your arms

In the middle of the night I go walking in my sleep To a river so deep From the mountains of faith I must be looking for something Something sacred I lost But the river is wide And it's too hard to cross And even though I know the river is wide

The sickness of this world is destroying all the dreams The fools are kings, tearing apart the soul The race for complication, communicate reaction The lack of heart of men, I grow distant from the core Borrow this body for a lifetime, earthly material

Love is the baddest blues This is love, what was I thinking? This is love, what the hell am I, am I gonna do? And that man, he got me sinking To the bottom of the blue My love has come along My dreams become air so My days have arrived, yea sunny Funny

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.

To the white hills, and the oceans Hold your breath my dear We're going under I search for solace in this toxic land of sin Just let me in Don't wake me up, their songs are soothing Their wine subdues me Dreams, my mind won't lift me from my dreams Oh

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

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

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