day The children of the white man Saw Indians on TV And heard about the legend How their city was a dream We live in the city of dreams We drive on
Tradução: Talking Heads. Ciudad de los sueños.
I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers But talk about it for years and now we finally here [Chorus:] I used to dream (I used to dream
glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked On one to six the gallery is hushed Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado The city
city, I'm extortin the state I'm like O. from the "Wire", walk wit a sawed-off and a .8 When I was taught, never talk wit a snake When you kill a nigga
after that Except you layin in a casket black Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on No subliminals I ain't talkin to you Shawn I'm talkin
between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and not in those words *static* but he's talking
crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh Sell a dream
and beat you in yo' head from birth and watch you grow lovin the SHIT we be bringin Street niggaz keep they mind on they dream Focus the most on gettin
: Living in the big city The American dream Is far roaming in the streets of greed Everywhere I turn I'm on a mission for more But I aint selling my
Dark Moor Welcome to the Hall [Spirit of the Art] Who comes in the Hall of Olden Dreams? [The Traveller] I listen to a voice in my head [Spirit of the
: (feat. Outsidaz) [Young Zee] *Talking* I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want... This the Outhouse... Lemme smoke a joint first
way down to baker street light in your head and dead on your feet well another crazy day you'll drink the night away and forget about everything this city
a beggar and you maybe the queen I know I maybe on a downer am still ready to dream Now it's 3 o'clock the time is just the time it takes for you to talk
: you know the irony of life is that you have like this big dream to get where you wanna be but once you get there you start to dream about where you
the gas and don't look back. Tonight we're headed off the map. This is the song we'll be singing when it all comes crashing down. Escape this bright lit city
unfresh, undressed and yawning Well, what is this craziness? This crazy talking? You caught some small death when you were sleepwalking It was a dark dream
t exist. It's all just a dream, babe, A vacuum, a scheme, babe, That sucks you into feelin' like this. I can see that your head Has been twisted and
