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

Nana, nana, nana na Nana, nana, nana This little laser beam I'm gonna let it be These broken dreams are fallen leaves Cheer up now Flailing on the ground Cheer up, the end is coming I plant my feet in the dirt

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

I wanna fly Can you take me far away Tell me what it takes And I'll go so high I'll go so high My feet won't touch the ground Stitch my wings And pull the strings I bought these dreams

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

Whiskey or the Bible A shot glass or revival When you don't seem to run on either side of the fence People act like you don't make sense These big town dreams that I've been chasin' Will never come true if I wind up stayin' And I don't want to fall in

And I wonder if you know What it means, what it means What it means to find your dreams You ever wonder what it all really mean Find your dreams come true I've been waiting on this my whole life These dreams be waking me up at night You say I think I'm

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

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,

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