As I await the end of day. Dream Lady... Dream Lady... And I await the end of day Till nighttime comes again to stay Dream lady... Dream Lady... Dream Lady
Hey yo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream More money, more problems, when I get it, I'ma pile it up Now I'm dope, Wonder bread we can toast So fresh
Devil and get me some more I wanna get up off the floor I wanna run to the Devil and get me some more Hollow full of bread With your husband dreaming
tell these mother fuckers As a kid, I used to lay awake and think When was Santana gonna make a drink? But now I'm all grown and my dream came true
coop V's got the ladies loopy Indulged in the world so we spend the paper loosely Life in the lime light, pretty, pretty bitches My ice shine bright, break bread
the old lady who died and the nurse wept I flow like cursive writing, invitin you and yours to my openess Shows allow me to cop Range/range like a vocalist But man does not live on bread
[Lil Wayne - Chorus] My reality is bigger than your dreams are Got ya dream girl ridin' in your dream car She wants me, she wants me Plus I got it all
Cowboy and you're my cow So what ya M.C's gonna do now? It's gonna be a slaughter and here's my plan You won't even get bread and water my man Gonna
like Bilil breath dead prez ran a train on the green lady That green lady turned around and had a dream baby That dream baby was I That green lady was
you, street fam, twitter team Like you could fuck with me, oh, did it seem Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream I'm a grown ass man,
now Cause I'm on my own two feet Moved outta my mama's house for good And now I'm addicted to the streets It's fast livin', that's what I was bread for
And sit back baby, with a round of beer And cheer to those friends who crowded near For those passed on in spirit they there It's gon' be what it must, break bread
to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere in a Camaro with racin' strips Either way you embrace it Can't no amount of money or lady replace it And after
party, let's have a orgy (What the hell y'all wanna do?) (What the hell y'all wanna do?) I fiend to hear the fly lady singin' my shit My dream's like
Yeah, this one goes out to all the ladies in the house I need two to stand by me when the chips are down And stick around while I defend my crown And
got all my old friends Hopin' that I slow up and change one day, But these Hillwood streets got me raised one way I told my lady one day we gone be like
of bread Call her Superbitch, love nice shit All the high price shit, the golden ice shit Wit the game to mack, no strings attached Type of bitch only rich niggas dream
in the woods. A loaf of bread, please- To bring my poor old hungry Granny in the woods... Just a loaf of bread, please... [NARRATOR] Cinderella's Stepmother
