DL INCOGNITO

DL INCOGNITO - What Dreams Are Made Of lyrics

(feat. Tara Chase)

[Verse 1: DL Incognito]

DL Incognito on the low clever

always and forever tough like shot leather

niggaz is all featherweights, I break bread and cake

I rape crates, got twenties if the beats made

I've paid my dues now I'm waitin for change

waitin for planes waitin for the four point six range

it's outta my league, you must be ill in the brain

Yeah yeah I'm underground but I'm sayin

I need shoes and food I'm tellin you dudes

I'm not tryin to rob the train I'm wanna cruise in the Land

Let loose on an island were my skin can tan

Drink juice find trans for my campered fam

I wanna house, grass, garage, a hardwood floors, a sports car

is that too much to ask for?

A place to lay my head when I'm back from tour

A Brita filter so my water can be pure, like yours

[Chorus:]

Yeah it's kinda bug but moneys what we love

And that be the stuff that dreams are made of

Yeah we in the clubs but moneys what we love

And that be the stuff that dreams are made of

Yeah sometimes we thug but moneys what we love

And that be the stuff that dreams are made of

Yeah it's all because it's money that we love

And that be the stuff that dreams are made of

[Verse 2: Tara Chase]

Yeah, I'd like to eat good too

been starvin for years

passed through time to get meat on my bones

And cell phones

time to pay creditors back and school loans

man listen, been in the kitchen an eternity

cookin, dishin, who deserves to be more than me

vanity is keepin me from livin happily

got images on BET breakin my sanity

long live hip hop

but whats wrong with gettin cash for my crop

at the end of the day I want more than memories

brown and green leaves for my family trees

That's right.. I wanna get a house for moms

A tat sayin rich bitch down both of my arms

A broke picket fence and a bag of kids

so I can teach 'em how to dominate the music biz

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: DL Incognito]

Yo it's a joke bein broke this this

Hopin my numbers in the lottery get picked real quick

Tryin to work a nine to five but they pay me like shit

Ten an hour ain't enough to get a six

Yo ten an hour ain't enough to get shit

I need my own place, a home with no roommates

Where we only eat great, lobster and steak

Yo white grapes, a bottle of chardonay

I want my wife in a gown, a pool in the ground

Not fuckin around my gear academically sound

I wanna frown cause the sun's in my face

I wanna spend pounds in a birthplace a drum and bass

Don't ever wanna stress abnout money and papes

I wanna travel like Magellan in his day

I wanna sit in the front row of Fantasia

A two-way pager, and escalade or a Navigator

[Chorus x2]

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