Nothing Will Be The Same (Sweet Dreams)

Left Boy

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    Hanging from the chandelier
    What you looking for is here
    I'II kiss you like I mean it
    She says, you must be dreamin

    Maybe this is a curse, all these girls are in my face, I
    R-R-R-Recognize this place, because I run this

    Jesus, don't get between us, we're all just having fun
    This girl is looking at me like I'm the only one
    I got that paper baby, that gets ya what ya want
    I'm thinking later maybe, we'll get it going on

    Sweet dreams are made of these
    Sweet dreams are made of these
    Travel the world and the seven seas
    Everybody's looking for something

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    Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL, gold chain
    Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
    Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL, gold chain
    Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame

    What'cha lookin' at, baby
    Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
    For the rest of your life, I'II be there
    I'II be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair
    I'm the

    You tell me, 'cause I know that you've heard
    That L-E-F-T's that one MC that spits fucking superb
    I'm killing them with this, I'm killing them with that
    I'II make it disappear and then I'II bring it back
    It's like I'm in the black and white's of mercy
    I'm in a blush for you, it takes two
    And it should take you as long as it does to pursue
    So brand new, as soon as you ran through
    I knew what I had to do, it takes two
    And it should take you as long as it does to pursue
    So brand new, as soon as you ran through
    I knew what I had to do, it takes two or maybe only one
    Oh my God, what the fuck is going on?
    She asked me: What have I become?
    And I'm looking at her like I know this one
    I'm faded, daddy I think I made it
    Fuck being underrated
    I wanna have everything they did

    Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL, gold chain
    Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame
    Guns, bitches, weed, money, YSL, gold chain
    Maserati, penthouse, helicopter, fame

    What'cha lookin' at, baby
    Is a motherfuckin' legend in the making
    For the rest of your life, I'II be there
    I'II be stuck in your head like the roots of your hair

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    Composition: Ferdinand Sarnitz

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