I Got Dreams..


Phonte of Little Brother performing at Canal Room, NYC, 2006

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Artist: Little Brother

Album:  Getback

Song:   Dreams

Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ FlashReal story, like I was

I was playin this, this record

For a friend of mine y'knahmsayin we was just chillin

I was just playin her the album and like

She was like, "Yo I love the record, record is incredible

But y'know something's different

Y'knahmsayin somethin it just ain't the same"

I said nigga that's the point~!

[Rapper Big Pooh]

My momma told me that this music was cool

All she ever wanted from me was to graduate from school

But I, had other plans so I bid school adieux

I called Food Lion, had to tell 'em I was through

No more stockin peas and corn

I was born for a much greater purpose, do you this service

Margie got nervous, but timers don't sweat

8 years, I ain't been back yet

Lack of time on your TV sets, no radio spins

Momma askin her son, what he doin for ends

Spendin weeks on the road, ma this ain't for pretend

Unheard to the creme de la creme, keep bouncin

On beats pouncin, cat reflexes

Had yo' attention when I pulled up in Lexus

Big like Texas, G's on the checklist

You ain't gotta ask ma I'm bringin home the breakfast

Gotta respect this


(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)

I'ma make money money

And if I can't make it I'ma take money money

What you say buddy buddy?

(Momma I got dreams, but dreams don't keep the lights on)

Bills paid, bank account ensured

Top of the world screamin fuck that, get yours!


I still go the crib and see my niggaz on the corner

Chillin with the pounds on they waist, gettin old

Gettin round in the face and when I hang with them

They ask me if "The Minstrel Show" means I'm ashamed of them

Well - I can't say that I'm proud, but only sayin

Can't say I'm allowed to judge, I'm just glad to see you

Cause truth be told, if my records never sold

And I wasn't raised this bold, nigga I would probably be you

I've been God blessed with the gift to make music

It took me all over the continent

But still got boys on the block and fam, smokin rock

So please, miss me with that conscious shit

I spent many a sleepless night because of it

Until I had to shake that shit off and reach the conclusion

That every now and then you gotta axe yourself

Do you really wanna win or just look good losin?

It's no illusion, yes yes


[Outro: singing]

La la la la la la LAHHHH!

Momma I got dreams... {*music slowly fades out*}

Momma I got dreams...

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