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City of Dreams

Travis Barker feat. 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