Dreamin A Life Chords by Woodie

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_ _ [G] We [Am] just want to live comfortable, spread a seed and carry on a breed.
Each of us need [G] an old school, indeed.
[Am] Candy, paint, drop top, [C] go thanks, call it greed.
[Am] So if we also want [G] to build 500 SE, let's [Am] look wrong.
SUV for the family, seven bedroom, four bath home.
Boys made out of marble [G] stones, swimming pool with a [Am] waterfall.
Wrecking company decks, beta fields, nobody's got a ball.
Plus we'll take a dime [G] from every dollar that we make.
[Am] So we can pack a stick of more artillery than we go.
[Am] Ain't no fix [G] like the ones we got.
[Am] I'm talking diggies and [G] Cortis.
They colors, they don't stop.
[Am] And every homie got a [G] pitbull, refrigerator packed [Am] full.
Gloves of all with every liquor imaginable.
Look, we'll be out of the hole.
[G] Back with this folks living to find [Am] a way.
When half ain't important to dead homies up on the fireplace.
We won't let money [G] change us, but still beware of [Am] strangers.
Three men and soldiers, boots to shoulders, jealous men are dangerous.
Right now, we're four car [G] garage.
It's just a mirage [Am] with just a thought of such a lot.
Keeps me struggling for the cause.
Dreaming [G] a life where [Am] half the money is like.
Everybody's lifting [G] cash, [Am] but the reflection's not right.
See, I am on [G] the hill.
Everybody [Am] got a crop of the hill.
As this folks get kicked back to [G] jail.
We divide [Am] up another, barely solid though.
I know they hear me crying now, [G] but ain't nobody wanna hear [Am] me out here.
Struggling for us to play the losing hand in life.
Let's tell me every night I close my eyes [G] and all my dream about is.
Well, [Am] homies is looking out for one another.
Staying true and love is felt by everyone.
[G] Ain't no more sad tripping, player [Am] hating,
conversating, moaning, necks or jealousy.
Yo, who's to blame?
Everybody's talking [G] stuff with portraits of past [Am] presidents or laying.
He throw a lot of beliefs status as far as residents.
Won't see nobody struggling.
[G] All I need is to feel [Am] the day to day dramas unheard of.
We only got to chill.
Blase that bomb and get to choking [G] like it's going out of style.
[Am] Folks, we quit the door, open these signs, don't mug and only smile.
Women by the block.
So you [G] see on every block is not [Am] just custom ripples in that candy.
Go nibbles us folks.
We took a coast, no boasting or bragging [G] because everybody got the slow [Am] plug.
It's one love from coast to coast.
So kick back, you amongst folks.
Now we finally propose [G] a toast to those of y'all who feel my [Am] pain.
The fact remains if we don't make a change, the game gonna stay the same.
But if we can think, [G] we can do it.
Nothing to [Am] it.
All my dreams close and it's this life I strive for the most.
Dreaming [G] a life where [Am] everybody is high.
Every ride's empty [G] can't pay.
[Am] So to reflect to somebody, see I am on a [G] hill.
Everybody [Am] got a crop of the hill.
Stop all this, take back the [G] chill.
We divide [Am] up another, feel your size on me.
If it's my fantasy, we live [G] lavishly.
Reality's endless, salary [Am] haters ain't mad at me.
No more insanity, awful tragedy.
Loss of family, haven't we been through hell and back?
From [G] selling sex to the shelf, going flat, [Am] fall off the wall.
From having it all, finding these dogs all when your mail goes flat.
And there ain't no patent, but my brains don't crash and [G] it stays on that.
Big dreams don't have [Am] it, thanks.
We're on gadgets, buying mansions, dream of classic custom.
Candy cane, it's a Cali sign.
And how we [G] hang?
Like millionaires, whistling in [Am] stairs,
spending a lot to go with Marvel floss.
Solid oak and carved in stone to statues of loved ones past.
[G] And when you don't have to run for 50, no [Am] invading pose.
Yo, hit me and on my way in, don't bungle.
Dish and we be pleasant, bitty, drinking, rimming.
[G] Haters envy endlessly, but it don't stop.
[Am] All of my partners got dollars from coppers with their own spot.
_ _ [G] _ _ [Am] My fortune is slaying units of music and the money is pouring.
Gorgeous, not just jock, a [G] steak every other day.
I'll pay this home, get [Am] with my folks, get back to blowing.
Just this every bitch I've ever known.
No hustle, no more struggle.
We [G] bought rooms huge like cathedral.
[Am] Lays up like players on the way up to Vegas.
Keep low 20 G's at the casino.
I don't understand, is this savage?
Blavish, [G] I live in a palace with millions in Athens.
[Am] Ride, live, and sing, stop, buy cuisines.
Because in my dreams, we live like kings.
Dreaming [G] a life where [Am] everybody gets high.
Tell me a price if you [G] can.
You need to know the reflection's not right.
We are [Am] up on a [G] hill.
Everybody [Am] got a cup of tequila.
As we fall, drink it back to [G] chill.
We divide [Am] up another million dollar bill.
Can we hop on a flight [G] and touch down in Tahiti?
[Am] Or even the Caribbean, Hawaii, or Phoebe?
Just make it tropical with lots of [G] blue water and white [Am] sand.
We want to be greeted by native beauties when the flight lands.
Check in to a five [G] star hotel at the top [Am] floor with ocean views to die for.
No thoughts [Em] about what cost more.
We'll be down on the beach.
[G] Homies, throw your cut off caps on.
There's hundreds of nautas and bikinis to get your mac [Am] on.
Then we'll slide on up [G] to some bar they call the Island [Am] Hut.
Sitting on the ocean front, roll the button, light it up.
Order white margaritas, [G] coconut cruisers with tequila.
Appetizers and pitas topped off with lots of fajitas.
Now that would be the life.
My anger's at ease.
I [Am] can hear the ocean breeze blowing through the palm trees.
As the sun sinks slowly [G] in the stars, ignite.
Bikini models talking about, let's run and glue tonight.
Who [Am] would believe?
We all lost [G] out a drink up our sleeve that [Am] would allow us to live in that joyless luxury.
We started in the streets, butter [G] bam, putting the work put people to jail.
Y'all just got broke off a feast of a North Angles fairy [Am] tale.
[G] Dreaming alive, _ [Am] we get high, _ we [G] kick _ _ _ _ _ the hill.
Everybody [Am] got a drop off the wheel.
Drop off, bring the impact, and [G] chill.
We divide up, love on wheel, you're not gonna [Am] feel.
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