The path that leads to all the glory The words that tell a sarcred story Build a little fire where it's cold I wanna live in a dream In my record machine
up in N-Y-C bout' that money probably Like a fucking robbery but I aint Jacking Im chasing dreams sort of like jeans Boy I aint slacking, Im chasing dreams
Music: Gold-Bloss) I'm your best friend the dream... You need a friend without a doubt I wonder why you came around Are you awake or do you dream You
N-Y-C Bout that money probably Like a fucking robbery but I ain't Jacking I'm chasing dreams sort of like jeans boy I ain't slacking, I'm chasing dreams
cipher on the corner then I smack a rapper With a sweet sixteen I'm so mean with this mic machine You wanna battle me I'll battle you and shatter your dreams
Vertaling: Ville. Dream Machine.
: Gold-Bloss) I'm your best friend the dream... You need a friend without a doubt I wonder why you came around Are you awake or do you dream You're stuck
gottlos. Und ich wei?, dass sie im Knast sich bucken, rauskommen und sich mit Ketten aus Plastik schmucken. Caput! Auf einmal macht der Schwule auf Gangbanger, ich mach
