City of Dreams
Travis Barker feat. The Clipse & Kobe
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The carte blanche is the way to view my life
Twelve cylinders more on any turnpike
Fucked every bitch worthy on the East Coast twice
All the baddest of hoes and ones that turned dyke
Yuugh! Triple beams and nipple rings
There's no such thing as fantasy when you the king
With life in the palm of my hands
We came out winners from the village of the damned
Welcome to the city where anything possible
American dream overcome any obstacle
Rainbow hues just may lead you to a pot of gold
Chain so chilly I believe that I done caught a cold
But the flow nothing to sneeze at
D colors all up in my ear like it's feedback
Bentley no roof, slide through with the seat back
Never mind the price and the change, tell 'em keep that
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better pack heavy
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better get ready
I'm living life at a faster pace
Usain Bolt running in a faster race
Record deal is the kingpin's masquerade
Deep dimples in a D cup to masturbate
We order sushi, sucking on edamame
Texting to a girlfriend, "I'm in Heaven, mami"
She in a fairy tale, I sell fairy dust
I figure let the bitch dream, I been fair enough
Yuugh! I'm drop dead in that drop head
Brick of powder in the trunk, that's a bobsled
Gotta satisfy my soul, that's what Bob said
I think they really sell dope is what the blogs read
The realest that wrote it, the illest that spoke it
Could've got life for some of the shit quoted
With every fact noted and the whole city warned
In twenty double one, I turn the scales back on
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better pack heavy
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better get ready
Time's running out on you niggas, the clock's ticking
The Clipse on Travis' track, the plot thickens
Y'all heard we fly with the bird, we cop chickens
Malice done been flown the coupe, the top's missing
The pot I piss in, sitting on acres
'Til the window, I throw it out, I'm balling like the Lakers
Haters, y'all don't want the Kobe beef
I serve it raw like I'm ODB
And I can't be touched by none of y'all, I got OCD
And I'm nice with the keys too, do-re-mi
See, we play the scale, get them bricks off Miguel
I back out the deal if something don't sit well
Duffel bag boy, my backpack like Big L
I fuck bad bitches like Giselle
But I don't kiss and tell, 'cept for love taps with the gat
You niggas best believe that the star stays strapped
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better pack heavy
Welcome to the city of dreams, yeah
Where you'll probably never ever wake up from a nightmare
So you better get ready
Clipse on Travis' track
Clipse on Travis' track
Clipse on Travis' track
All up in my ear like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
All up in my ear
All up in my ear like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
All up in my ear
All up in my ear like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
Like it's feedback
Like it's feedback