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letra de when i blow - sweet da kid

[verse 1]
sweet dreams, never usually happen some say
but i say f-ck it get the pay before i end the same way
before i live the same day, drop the work the same lane
pay your due’s and it’s a b-tch but never seem to get game
who the f-ck you wanna blame? waiting on sh-t else to change
i’m dreaming good but from the hood, got street creed to maintain
but if i had the spare change, i probably buy a couple things
i’d buy a chip to couple friends, i’d blow a stack upon a plane
i’d buy a couple low low’s, a cadillac and a beam
i’d buy a philly 76ers and i’d play for the team
and then i’d cruise down main with my g’s on my lean
no more pops on the streets in this city that i claim
i’d never work another day, put some makeup on my sleeves
i’d buy a genie plus a lamp and a another couple dreams
don’t wake me up, i’ve had enough of this so called scene
and the strangest part about this is that i do this in my sleep

[chorus]
when i blow, i want the rings to change into gold
the cars, the jewels, the money and hoes
a 64 with the b-tterfly doors
and smoke the last blue weed n’ need to buy me some more
when i blow, i want the rings to change into gold
the cars, the jewels, the money and hoes
a 64 with the b-tterfly doors
and smoke the last blue weed n’ need to buy me some more
when i blow, when i blow
when i blow, when i blow

[verse 2]
sweet dreams, never usually happen some say
but coming again, thinking again
we wouldn’t think the same way
we wouldn’t have the same fate
we wouldn’t have the same taste
the rat in a trap maze
it’s frankly a d-mn shame
my teachers taught me i was nothing but stuff inside skin
so i was aim to call them up and tell them i signed in
still selling in the hood and dodging this same chase
flipping fingers at the phony’s and b-tches that still hate
never f-cked with any college went straight like lebronn james
on the streets they call me bo for running them both games
living like ricky williams, i’m playing but still blazed
ain’t immune to the cheddar, but i’m certainly not fate
tell me something i don’t know, a rapper the wrong shade
you outta your league, you outta your mind
you tryna achieve the wrong thang
you must have picked the wrong team
you must have flipped the wrong scene
i’m living my life but i’m not sure
if i know what living it all means

- sweet da kid

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