Finish line with the tire marks
Both dreams got different parts
Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,
I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave
Can barely walk the city streets
Get a good job, follow your dreams
When will my dreams come true
Don’t mean to disrespect you
Way too big for my my fucking jeans
I rap supreme no need for dreams
Gotta take my dreams on
That's word to my mom
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.
Thinkin of the the dreams
Everything ain't what it seems
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