Little Brother - Dreams lyrics
[Little Brother - Dreams lyrics]
Real story, like I was
I was playin this, this record
For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin
We was just chillin
I was just playin her the album and like
She was like, "Yo I love the record
Record is incredible
But y'know something's different
Y'knahmsayin, somethin'
It just ain't the same"
I said nigga that's the point!
My, my
My momma told me that this music was cool
All she ever wanted from me
Was to graduate from school but, I
Had other plans so I bid school adieux
I called Food Lion
Had to tell 'em I was through
No more stockin peas and corn
I was born for a much greater purpose
Do you this service
Margie got nervous, but timers don't sweat
8 years, I ain't been back yet
Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins
Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends
Spendin weeks on the road
Ma this ain't for pretend
Unheard to the creme de la creme
Keep bouncin on beats pouncin, cat reflexes
Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus
Big like Texas, G's on the checklist
You ain't gotta ask ma I'm
Bringin home the breakfast
Gotta respect this
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'ma make money money
And if I can't make it, I'ma take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin fuck that
Get yours!
I still go the crib and see
My niggas on the corner
Chillin with the pounds on they waist
Gettin old gettin round in the face and
When I hang with them
They ask me if The Minstrel Show
Means I'm ashamed of them
Well, I can't say that I'm proud
But only sayin
Can't say I'm allowed to judge
I'm just glad to see you
Cause truth be told, if my records never sold
And I wasn't raised this bold
Nigga I would probably be you
I've been God blessed with the
Gift to make music
It took me all over the continent
But still got boys on the block and fam
Smokin' rock
So please, miss me with that conscious shit
I spent many a sleepless night because of it
Until I had to shake that shit
Off and reach the conclusion
That every now and then
You gotta axe yourself
Do you really wanna win or
Just look good losin'?
(Woah, woah, woah) It's no illusion, yes, yes
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'ma make money money
And if I can't make it, I'ma take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin' fuck that
Get yours!
La la la la la la, LAAAAA!
Momma I got dreams momma I got dreams
I was playin this, this record
For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin
We was just chillin
I was just playin her the album and like
She was like, "Yo I love the record
Record is incredible
But y'know something's different
Y'knahmsayin, somethin'
It just ain't the same"
I said nigga that's the point!
My, my
My momma told me that this music was cool
All she ever wanted from me
Was to graduate from school but, I
Had other plans so I bid school adieux
I called Food Lion
Had to tell 'em I was through
No more stockin peas and corn
I was born for a much greater purpose
Do you this service
Margie got nervous, but timers don't sweat
8 years, I ain't been back yet
Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins
Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends
Spendin weeks on the road
Ma this ain't for pretend
Unheard to the creme de la creme
Keep bouncin on beats pouncin, cat reflexes
Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus
Big like Texas, G's on the checklist
You ain't gotta ask ma I'm
Bringin home the breakfast
Gotta respect this
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'ma make money money
And if I can't make it, I'ma take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin fuck that
Get yours!
I still go the crib and see
My niggas on the corner
Chillin with the pounds on they waist
Gettin old gettin round in the face and
When I hang with them
They ask me if The Minstrel Show
Means I'm ashamed of them
Well, I can't say that I'm proud
But only sayin
Can't say I'm allowed to judge
I'm just glad to see you
Cause truth be told, if my records never sold
And I wasn't raised this bold
Nigga I would probably be you
I've been God blessed with the
Gift to make music
It took me all over the continent
But still got boys on the block and fam
Smokin' rock
So please, miss me with that conscious shit
I spent many a sleepless night because of it
Until I had to shake that shit
Off and reach the conclusion
That every now and then
You gotta axe yourself
Do you really wanna win or
Just look good losin'?
(Woah, woah, woah) It's no illusion, yes, yes
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
I'ma make money money
And if I can't make it, I'ma take money money
What you say buddy buddy?
(Momma I got dreams
But dreams don't keep the lights on)
Bills paid, bank account ensured
Top of the world screamin' fuck that
Get yours!
La la la la la la, LAAAAA!
Momma I got dreams momma I got dreams