I had a dream,
I didn't want to recover, after this slumber in a coma appeared, a strong Black Brother. OOOH a
phine mutherfuker. A booty abducter, the spine tap toucher.
My pain crusher, never the cum rusher.
The only one to get up in me-with no rubber.
I'm so creamy like butter, and keeping it smooth.
All day and all nite like Al B. I'm Sure.
Intensipating-can't stretch my ass will stay silk tight.
He can fill up my insides
I can't fight, I won't bite.
Now fuck me right. Show your skills baby~yeah now throw that whip-a-peel on me.
Please me over, ejaculate, and let your body hang on me.
Far from phonie.
I'm a true mackaroni, with diamonds and furs, the stock options with Sony.
My jigga's a true representer, so I'm claiming whats mine~that's my dick, he's my niga.
My soldier got me dressed up in these army fatigues; and we gonna goto war, make ya bleed indeed!
This is what I need to feel, he's keepin' it chill.
But damn...only if this dream niga was real.
See I'm dreamin' bout the love that I wish I had.
Falln' for these thugs sellin' bags, cause I never got love from dad.
I'm not mad or a fag, but a Gay rhymstress. Turn up a 40 drink some
Boones, your'e guaranteed to piss.
I wrote this shit, after I awoke from this dream.
And if I rap this song right, it might just come to be.
My reality falling short, dying inside.
As confused as a puzzle, so I'm startin to cry.
Askin' why? I wanna find the man for me; and once I find this man, will he love me?
I shed a tear, my God take me far from this emptiness here!
I may be a lonely emcee, but I aint livin' in fear.
You hear? I'm Dreamin'.......
I had a dream,
I didn't want to recover, after this slumber in a coma appeared, a strong Black Brother. OOOH a
phine mutherfuker. A booty abducter, the spine tap toucher.
My pain crusher, never the cum rusher.
The only one to get up in me-with no rubber.
I'm so creamy like butter, and keeping it smooth.
All day and all nite like Al B. I'm Sure.
Intensipating-can't stretch my ass will stay silk tight.
He can fill up my insides
I can't fight, I won't bite.
Now fuck me right. Show your skills baby~yeah now throw that whip-a-peel on me.
Please me over, ejaculate, and let your body hang on me.
Far from phonie.
I'm a true mackaroni, with diamonds and furs, the stock options with Sony.
My jigga's a true representer, so I'm claiming whats mine~that's my dick, he's my niga.
My soldier got me dressed up in these army fatigues; and we gonna goto war, make ya bleed indeed!
This is what I need to feel, he's keepin' it chill.
But damn...only if this dream niga was real.
See I'm dreamin' bout the love that I wish I had.
Falln' for these thugs sellin' bags, cause I never got love from dad.
I'm not mad or a fag, but a Gay rhymstress. Turn up a 40 drink some
Boones, your'e guaranteed to piss.
I wrote this shit, after I awoke from this dream.
And if I rap this song right, it might just come to be.
My reality falling short, dying inside.
As confused as a puzzle, so I'm startin to cry.
Askin' why? I wanna find the man for me; and once I find this man, will he love me?
I shed a tear, my God take me far from this emptiness here!
I may be a lonely emcee, but I aint livin' in fear.
You hear? I'm Dreamin'.......