35 lyrics for "These dreams"

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
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You in my freak dreams What the fuck right now? Would everybody start fuckin'? This that rap god shit nigga I rip every one of these motherfuckers down Aye, rah, rah, rah Close eyes, see things Fire up, tweaking
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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
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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
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These dreams And I put another picture in a frame So until you come home Live beyond the dark Give unto the heart Have every shade of blue With every part of you Of simple afternoons in your arms
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If only we could, You and Me in, Run away to La La La La La Land, Ooh, fuck it let them talk about us, Let them talk about us, Oh they wanna play rough, You and me in La La La La La Land, We'll be safe in La La La La La Land, These Hollywood dreams
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I'm drowning in solitude again No, this won't kill me In my dreams last night I saw your face You held me and washed away my tears Then I woke to realize you're gone This won't kill me Pull these scars off my eyes Lost from the world
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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
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Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even
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So we can start again So don't stay, just turn away And leave all these worn out streets and broken homes Suburban dreams are all we've known Go, it's all the same Maybe we should find a place where no one knows our name And we can start again
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