William Bolton - Dream At Night lyrics

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William Bolton - Dream At Night lyrics

They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city Take the red out, wake up in LA And if you're lucky, I can take you with me When I'll be travelling around the world some day Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night Won't you tell me, won't you tell me Won't you tell me what you dream at night Yeah, yeah, yeah, oho I be burning trees and Now I'm moving so slow Dreamin' bout the money and the shows Rockstar life, everywhere we go I think about the Hollywood hills With my girl should be living out and store And now we gonna go and hit the road, the road I dream of California sun, Coming through my window Through my window, through my window I dream of California sun, Coming through my window Through my window, through my window They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city Take the red out, wake up in LA And if you're lucky, I can take you with me When I'll be travelling around the world some day Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night Won't you tell me, won't you tell me Won't you tell me what you dream at night You see it, nights like this, I rhyme like this And pray for 50 Grammy's all because of a big screen If I meet Russell Simmons gotta come with the quake ‘Cause it's me versus the clock on this light skin race Watch me, I'm quite eager, the new school beaver Cliva, I think it's clever that I preach to the preachers Tryina get my point across, man I hope that it reach's ya Yo this kid got soul, no sneakers Making believers out of make believers Turn my generation into thinkers Lawyers, doctors, teachers My homie from Detroit did it all but legal He always said I was a k**er since my lyrics lethal Sometimes only mind my conscience Of topics like you are what you eat too So when these lyrics feed your soul Hope they please you And please use the wisdom against the evil And only shoot for the stars like we're supposed to They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city Take the red out, wake up in LA And if you're lucky, I can take you with me When I'll be traveling around the world some day Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night Won't you tell me, won't you tell me Won't you tell me what you dream at night I dream of California sun, Coming through my window Through my window, through my window I dream of California sun, Coming through my window Through my window, through my window

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