Dreams and Nightmares Karaoke - Meek Mill

This title is a cover of Dreams and Nightmares as made famous by Meek Mill

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Same as the original tempo: 79.72 BPM

In the same key as the original: G♯m, D♯m

Duration: 03:49 - Preview at: 02:00

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2012
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Composers: Maurice Jordan, Robert Rihmeek Williams, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Anthony Tucker

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Lyrics Dreams and Nightmares

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for
You ready
Uh
Uh
I used to pray for times like this to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
And the matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit in the back of the paddy wagon
Cuffs locked on wrists
Seen my dreams unfold
Nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said yeah I do
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed
Nigga please 'fore them triggers squeeze
I'm gettin' cream
Never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started
Lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless
Draw it like I'm an artist
No crawlin'
Went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin'
Fuckin', suckin' and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar
They tell me get 'em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil' nigga I'm on fire
Icy as a hockey rink
Philly nigga I'm flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased then I bought that new Ferrari
Hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace
Rest in peace to the parkin' lot
Phantom so big can't even fit in the parkin' spot
You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' 'bout
Gangstas move in silence nigga and I don't talk a lot
I don't say a word
I don't say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga
Hold up, wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented
Flexin' on these niggas
I'm like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that's my team
Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant
I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke
That Lambo' my new bitch she don't ride like my Ghost
I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'cos these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
'Cos my mama need that bill money my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life
They fuck around, get killed
You fuck around
You fuck around
You fuck around, get smoked
'Cos these Philly niggas
I brought with me don't fuck around
No joke no
All I know is murder when it come to me
I got young niggas that's rollin'
I got niggas throwin' B's
I done did the DOA's
I done did the KOD's
Every time I'm in that bitch
I get to throwin' thirty G's
But now I'm hangin' out that drop head
I'm ridin' down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home
That young nigga be wildin'
We young niggas, we mobbin like Batman and we're robbin'
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin'
I'm like Real nigga what up
Real nigga what up
If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up
If you diss me in your raps
I'll get your pussy-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood no that tour life ain't good
Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block
Bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch
And I'm the king of my city 'cos I'm still callin' them shots
And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin' on me
Hoes waitin' on me
Still on that hood shit
My Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember me
I say remember me
So much money
Have your friends turn in your enemies
And when there's beef
I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go for forty
Ain't no ten a key
Hold up
Broke nigga turned rich
Love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick
It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I'm gone
Wooh

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