Dreams And Nightmares歌词

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Lil Wayne
[00:00.0][Intro]
[00:01.88]Turn the music down in my headphones, yeah
[00:05.49]That noise in the background, that's my skateboard
[00:09.61]That nigga Mack crazy
[00:10.48]Yeah, uh
[00:11.78][Verse 1]
[00:12.70]I put my shooters on they feet
[00:14.67]I just give 'em your address, then go to sleep
[00:18.50]The money turned my niggas into monsters
[00:23.86]The white done turned my niggas into Nazis, Lord
[00:24.31]The money turned my face into a stocking
[00:27.52]Don't make me turn your baby to a hostage, boy
[00:30.44]Don't make me turn the kid to a foster
[00:32.81]My woman turn my **** into a Mazda, Lord
[00:36.54]Body parts in the duffel
[00:38.86]The bullets turn your body to a puzzle
[00:42.2]The money turn my ***** into a monster
[00:44.71]She know how to get a check and turn a zero to a comma, Lord
[00:48.85]The money turn my niggas into killas
[00:50.64]The sugar turnt the cocaine to vanilla
[00:54.42]The money turnt the *****es into hoes
[00:56.64]The money turned my niggas into foes, Lord
[01:00.50]I put my shooters on they feet
[01:02.86]Give 'em your address, then I go out to eat
[01:06.66]Had that snowman in the hood like Jody Breeze
[01:08.94]She from the hood but look like she from overseas
[01:11.93]I said, "Girl you know I love you and I care for ya
[01:14.62]I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya"
[01:17.47]She say, "**** these other niggas, they ain't half of ya
[01:20.50]Just keep laughing to the bank, it's hilarious"
[01:23.51]I got a stay-at-home gun and a travel gun
[01:26.44]Boy, we could sell white, in Africa
[01:29.53]It's like, I can't explain, y'all asked me to spit
[01:32.64]And now I'm drooling on my chain
[01:35.92]"What happened to Wayne?"
[01:36.27][Verse 2]
[01:36.55]I'm like, hold up, wait a second, y'all thought I was second?
[01:38.88]Hating on a champ, throwing salt and not confetti
[01:41.90]We pull up and we shoot, then we park the car and edit
[01:44.97]Watch me pull up with no roof
[01:46.66]Tthat's cause I walk the dog and pet it
[01:47.68]I'm like, hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished?
[01:51.3]Shoot you in your head, then just walk off like I didn't
[01:53.96]Let my money talk so much, put my jawbone outta business
[01:56.56]Doing numbers in this *****, I'm like a smart phone with the digits
[01:59.71]*****!
[02:00.39]Riding 'round with the volume down
[02:01.57]With the windows up and the choppers down
[02:03.0]Soon as we get to your block
[02:04.34]It's the mother****in' other way around
[02:06.10]My ***** say I'm too wild
[02:07.53]She don't even know why she stay around
[02:08.95]I get home and I **** her down
[02:10.29]Now she talking 'bout exchanging vows
[02:12.8]If these bullets was paintballs
[02:13.66]I could **** around and I could paint a house
[02:15.10]You could tell I'm pimpin'
[02:16.56]Tthe way I hit the blunt with my pinkie out
[02:18.4]I bring wine to Amy house
[02:19.48]We smoke it out and we drank it out
[02:21.6]And talk about these ***** niggas
[02:22.54]Tthat ain't about what Wayne about
[02:24.10]I'm hangin out a Mulsanne without a brain, it's out of its mind
[02:26.78]I pull over, I push a button, it change like Optimus Prime
[02:30.19]Speaking of change, it's a shame how these lames droppin' them dimes
[02:32.96]We aim at your grape, knock it off, now you just vines
[02:35.98]Blood Gang, red rain on these niggas, hot if you dry
[02:38.76]My gang top of the line, hollerin' out "Squad, take it outside"
[02:42.0]I'm a taxpayer, I'm a axe player, gettin' in through the back well
[02:45.15]Red devil to the blue collared, un-enveloped blackmail
[02:48.19]Fed up with the fed shit and Fed-Ex lost my package
[02:51.18]My white girls say "Yeah, nigga!" My white homies act blackish
[02:54.6]Ain't tall enough for the NBA, I ain't big enough for the NFL
[02:57.29]Should've been in N.W.A., **** the police, Five-0 and 12
[03:00.25]One time for your mind, *****, never say "Nevermind," *****
[03:03.32]You a penny short of a dime, *****, no nonsense
[03:06.16]Had a nine since I was nine, *****
[03:08.26]Yeah, born to murder
[03:08.64]Bank account on fat, bustin' out the girdle
[03:11.90]Tell 'em boys ain't nothin' sweet, it's sauerkraut, ya heard me?
[03:14.94]They find ya body in New Orleans on Mardi Gras on Bourbon
[03:18.1]Like, oh, Lord, Humphrey Bogart
[03:21.2]It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a crowbar
[03:24.6]For the most part, I'm the southern coast guard
[03:26.95]AK-47 spittin' flame like a blow torch
[03:29.82][Outro]
[03:30.17]Sorry 4 The Wait, woo