City Of Dreams

The Carte Blanche is the way to view my life

Twelve cylinders or more on any turnpike

Fucked every bitch worthy on the East Coast twice

All the baddest of hoes that want to turn dike (Uck!)

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 ?

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 nothin' to sneeze at

D-colors all up in my ear like its feedback

Bently, no roof, slide through with the seat back

Never mind the price and the change I told 'em keep that

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better pack heavy

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better be ready

I'm livin' life at a faster pace

Usain Bolt runnin' in a faster race

Record deal is the king-pins masquerade

Deep dimples in the D-Cup to masturbate

We order sushi, suckin' on Edamame

Textin' to her girlfriend, "I'm in heaven, mami"

She in a fairy tale, I sell fairy dust

I figure let the bitch dream, I've been fair enough (Uck!)

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

Couldda got life for some of the shit quoted

With every fact noted and the whole city gone

In 20 double 1 I turn the scales back on

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better pack heavy

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better be ready

Time's runnin' out on you niggas, the clock's tickin'

The Clipse on Travis's track, the plot thickens

Ya'll heard we fly with the bird, we cop chickens

Malice done things to the coupe, the top's missin'

The pot I piss in, sittin' on acres

To the window I throw it out, I'm ballin' like the Lakers

Haters, ya'll don't want the Kobe beef

I serve it raw like I'm ODB

And I can't be touched by none of ya'll, I got OCD

And I'm nice with the ki's too, Do Re Mi

See, we play the scale, get the bricks off Miguel

I back out the deal if somethin' don't sit well

Double bag boy, my backpack like Big L

I fucked bad bitches like Giselle

But I don't kiss and tell

'Cept for love taps with the gat

You niggas best belive that ? this track

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better pack heavy

Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeah

Where you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)

So you better be ready

(Clipse, Clipse on Travis's, Travis's track) (All up in my ear like its feedback)

(Like its feed, Like, like its feedback) (All up in my ear like its) (Like its feedback)

(Like its feed, Like its feedback) (All up in my ear, All up in my ear)

(Like its feedback) (Fade to close)