keep on marching to the drums These dreams are forever Oh these dreams are forever Angel, blossom, gunshot, dodging, dream, bright, beat, light, breathe
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 for freedom
dreams is what they have when I pull up in that light thing (yeah), I put a hurtin' on, I got the curtains drawn, whoever ain't gettin' sh-ted on, I'
I have I'm a star on the wall's my autograph You don't like it, so you know where you can go 'Cause the streets are my stage and terror's my show Psycho
it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time The house is packed, everybody's on their feet So I say, "Throw on
promo shots ain't props I hang out sunroof tops and pop glocks at cops On the mellow, coolin' with my fellow Hustlers, players, super bitch layers Mackaronies on
on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new street tricks I think I'll join a gang, sling a little cane Put a beeper on my
my posse, out on the ave Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream? So
streets crawl with ill niggas on the block Goin' hand in hand, leanin' in and out of sedans Pumpin' crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee Their dream
to all you ladies out there. A lot of you won't grow up to be lawyers or doctors, but you have a dream. And I think you should follow your dream.
Chorus [T-Pain]: Tell me what do you see When you looking at me (woooahhhh) On a mission to be What I'm destined to be (woooahhhh) I done been through
you been where I been you gotta feel me An example of what a street dream means Man I made something out of nothing Started out hand to hand on the block
a G Never beg for mercy, never seein me flee Got blood on my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember
the pain in my heart I?ve got love in my eye And you?re sucking me dry Ahhhhhhhh I'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets running
like it's hot I've got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
my life is too sweet, I can always go home and look down my street. (It's bittersweet) This is a symphony The bittersweet of life, of life. Walk on