Stevie Crooks - Pandora (The Island) lyrics

[Hook] Street dreams are made of these n***as push Beamers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for n***as with big cheese And who am I to disagree Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1] My man put me on to a castle, no ha**le And spoke of how things to be legendary is handled The team is everything and never should be dismantled Cause power comes in numbers, especially when in battle God inside of my Marrow. Feel as if I can fly Perilous in a yacht perpendicular to the sky Verses hittin' yo' mind like never before ever Why is he speaking elegance floating over this record Influenced by art, not artists at all Smoke cigars, I mad dog Van Gogh on the wall The starry night in my car tonight, I push through the fog At the stop sign, I make a right with my mi amore This is summersaulting off the Eiffel Tower in yo' bally sneakers Livin' vida loca smackin' chocha in a Beamer Paris, France had a dance with Le Femme Nikita If she let you wear your chain when you hit, you should keep her [Hook] [Verse 2] I had Jordans and a gold chain thinking I'm fly Trying to bag bad b**hes who only see dollar signs But them b**hes doin' bad trying to hitch 'em a ride Crowding around tables trying to get up inside If you focus on gettin' money, the hunnies will come in bundles But only cause where you at and n***as lookin' for trouble I took myself out the scene in search for something so clean I can drink a drop of her sweat, physically grow some wings Kiss her and write a verse so vivid I'd drop a tear When it touches the floor I'm on, a garden will just appear Pick a rose out the ground, throw it into the air Watch it turn to a dove as the wind blows in her hair Let her ma**age my back, what she touches turn gold And when I slip inside, I turn to a gemstone Young Pandora. That box more than a myth Make my street dreams don't mean sh** [Hook] [Outro] Yeah ho (3x) What you lookin' for? Yeah ho (3x) What you lookin' for? Yeah ho (3x) What you lookin' for? (4x) Go Think a n***a like me won't roll up to the show like... Like I'm Ghostface k**ah with a bird on my arm And my du-e tied up n***a... like it's 2001 Float God, seen two thousand suns But I never seen a day I would run Momma told me keep it humble, I know she right But it's still caviar and forty ounces in candle light Dinners with my villains and my divas, we livin' life Moe pouring by the liter, see it and you'll be tight n***a, n***a, n***a