Текст песни Pipe Dreams - Corey Paul

My lil homie use to dream he don't dream no no
Started off with eggs now its co-co on the stove
Cousin Pablo, neighborhood Narco
My lil homie use to dream he don't dream no more
Pipe dream, pipe dream
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe dream, pipe dream, pipe dream
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo

Nickel rock or a dime bag (yuh)
Still trying to duck 12 (yuh)
Quarter pound like McDonald (yuh)
50 drum wit tha shells
They ain't really keep hunnit (no!)
Just took it off the scale (Just took it!)
I had to see for myself
They been skipping on tha reps (Skipping It!)
Bobby flay whipping it up on the stove (whippin it, whippin it)
I got some bruddas that's out on parole (Woo!)
I got some bruddas that's still out on bond (Bond!)
I got some bruddas that ain't coming home (ain't coming home!)
My little homie be hitting my phone (Brrrr!)
It be collect, I hit accept
Don't care if he did it, if he repented
I read my bible and we are forgiven (We are forgiven!)
They preying on our inhibition (They preyin)
I praying for all of my Lil ones (I'm prayin)
My momma could barely make rent (No Money!)
No money for college tuition (My God!)
Making it out is essential (Ooh!)
Fighting a war in these trenches (W!)
My lil homie, my lil homie
So much potential

My lil homie use to dream he don't dream no no
Started off with eggs now its co-co on the stove
Cousin Pablo, neighborhood Narco
My lil homie use to dream he don't dream no more
Pipe dream, pipe dream
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe dream, pipe dream, pipe dream
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo
Pipe Dream, Whoo

Breaking up noodles, eating tha spam
Momma smoker, daddy in jail
Try to tell em they still love em
But he one deep ain't try to hea it
I just pray all I know is pray
On tha cool hope you praying too
Young boy wit some AKs
But now they thuggin they yo problem to
Told my brudda it's a trap
Momma ain't raise a rat
Sold his soul for a stack
We gone need that back
Pull up I'm taking back everything
Still got tha moves like Eddie King
Still got a dream like Doctor King
I'm rapping up dope without cellophane

You got to fight for the dream
You got to fight for the dream
They cannot take our dream
I had to fight for the dream