through And I'm giving 'em catch 22 You can be a sweet dream, or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you(turn the lights on) Sweet dream
let me be, what I can be I'm a star and they should agree Like it's not a normal thing for me to barking up all the trees Bleached jeans, sweet dreams
through And I'm giving 'em catch 22 (Amelle) You can be a sweet dreams, or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (turn the lights on) Sweet dreams
you left My dream world [a7] fell a-[d] part. Chorus Weary [d] blu-ue-ue [g] ues from [d] waitin' Lord, I've been [e7] waitin' too [a7] long These [
a boy I know He's the one I dream of Looks into my eyes Takes me to the clouds above Ooh, I lose control Can't seem to get enough When I wake from dreaming
Tonight my bag is packed Tomorrow I'll walk these tracks That will lead me across the border Tomorrow my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies
I guess it ain't very sweet around here anymore" Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on And
This a religion, no, this is a drag That man over there is smoking sweet cigarettes Hey look at that fag I had a dream, I saw you swim Sink to your grave
want not what I need there's a difference These days I'm learning that words got power so I'm a be specific Can I have a talk with you? Can I make a dream
of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, it's alright it's fine) (But my hips, these sweet hips of mine
my thesis, I'll stick to my features Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches Most of these cats are like the middle
To find their dreams Chasin down these meteors and comets called dreams (Chasin em Chasin em Chasin em...) In the sky of life In certain hotspots where these
get wild and its tough love. The space case facing no distortion, I'm takin out kids on the mic like an abortion. They're forcin these punk suckers
This is a soldier's dream The other night I was tumbling towards an uneasy sleep When I had discovered myself Atop the sweet sticky firmament of my dreams
cause we living in denial, but these lessons are vital When marinating in the slums, you gotta practice survival Now everybody wants to be next American idol But these
sippin' on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these over-
And fall like meteorite, to spread the self-sacrifice Instill like these parasites, in drug bites Prescribe a mind of 360 degree fahrenheit In the dark like midnight, these
just keeps bringin' me back, And every minute is like a 'tiger uppercut' from Sagat, I'm up against these ropes, and ain't no tellin' if I win or not, These