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Gun Club The My Dreams

the right to give out the rights? and to intrude upon My Dreams and sell out my eyes, You can't take My Dreams You can't take My Dreams You can't take

fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my

the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground

I'm sittin' twelve feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain

don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my

T.V. rest For my top draft picks I cop the new G S Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team 'Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed

but my body keeps telling me to take it easy so I sit here watching a DVD logo bounce around the TV my life ended ages ago, now it's all a dream sitting

Pack my bags, headed for grey hound and it was a Monday Time to start my mission, I felt that burning feeling in my soul I had to listen I had this reoccurring dream

my song, 'cause [Chorus x2: Killah Priest (singer)] My life, money, girls and material things In my life, it means alot to a player when he's chasing his dream My