Yeah, you know I used to think about it as child, like What would it really be like if I actually got up there You know, with the stars? All the fame, laughs
Uh, this all started when me and my mama in arguments Swear we gon' live in apartments Job offerings would never dance on ahead, like Feeling like a deer in front of whips without the headlights Mama cried tears from the trouble with the feds like Something's stopping this drive, like a red light I just wanna be more than my mama see Cause honestly I'm tired of the street crime Grind every day of the week I, she creeps high And do whatever I like, like T.I See, I know I fucked up in the past And your heart chips breaks like a cup or a glass But, I'm right here mama So wipe your tears mama You would see your nephew a new Nike Airs I'ma be here 'till I never see tears And give you that truck that's detailed with each tale Cop ya a little house on the hill It's too bad you ain't here Yeah, I see mama, to the dream, mama, L-U-V mama, R-I-P mama You probably can't hear me but I miss ya Cause all you left me with was a picture Yeah, whatever it seems It's like your death got a car that drives into my dreams
But I'm going higher Closer to my dreams I'm going higher and higher I can almost reach Sometimes you just have to let it go (let it go) Leaving all my fears to burn and die Push them all away so I can move on Closer to my dreams Feel it all over my being, in my being Close your eyes and seek what you believeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
