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Street Dreams Lyrics - Artist : Logic
Big L—rest in peace
2 AM, just got outta the bar, headed toward my car Me and Castro kind of blown 'cause we parked so far Walkin' down the street, spot a couple of goonies on the creep Pocket full of cash, so we dash fast, to avoid their ass 'Cause we know they're trailin' now we on the run Heavily inhaling, exhaling as I begin to caress my gun We gettin' closer to our destination I always mind my business but, somehow I find myself in these situations Death what I'm facin' if I give up now They started poppin', so you know we exchangin' bullets in the street He dropped one, but I graze another And in the heat of the moment I thought about my girl and how much I love her Prayin' to God that tonight wasn't my last supper 'Cause they're tryin' to spill my blood and break me for this bread Motherfucker take all this lead, yeah, that's what I said That's two down and two to go But, then the others disappeared, yo So, now we on the roll, finally made it back to the car My homie thinkin' that we all good, but hold up, there they are Buckin' fast in the XLR Goddamn what a mission, thought process, keys to ignition Tryna ditch 'em, so now we in the whip speedin' Dodgin' bullets as we proceedin' to my man Lenbo These bammers try to play us like Nintendo, hell no Hit him on the phone, let him know we wasn't alone Comin' through the zone, my homie picked up before the dial tone "What up my man, what's good? Is everything okay?" Hell nah, get your heater and be ready to spray Pulled up to his crib and my man was ready to go, hah Jumped in the back with a semi-automatic Bustin' erratic, quite the lethal weapon addict, so we let 'em have it Weaving in and out of traffic until we lost 'em Whippin' for a couple of minutes wishin' we could've tossed 'em So now I'm drivin, thankin' God that I'm still survivin' Received the call from my man Boss, he was chillin' and vibin' Said he was on the road, found out about a block away So, I said "let's get up, I got a story that'll blow you away" Couple minutes passed, met up at a red light Called him on his celly, said "Let's hit the deli and grab a bite" So now it's me, Lenbo and Castro inside of my car Plus, my homie Boss trailin' behind us, but not too far Now we on the strip, everybody cool and legit 'Til I hear my man Castro yell out "Oh shit!" Here come the motherfuckers again out the blue like a crip They must've followed us, tryna take out the whole lot of us Now they're bustin' at Boss, one blew his tire, made him crash Now they're comin' for ours, I hit the uey, while my man blast Hit the passenger in the dome, now his brain's up on the dash The driver stopped, tryna clean the blood up off the glass Givin' us just enough time to go and pick up Boss' ass All together, started raining, I hate this weather But it didn't matter, only thing on my mind is vendetta 'Cause now it's four-to-one, he scared as shit and we chasin' son Hit the highway, doin' it up by a buck and some Castro halfway out the sunroof firin' No fear, so, I guess that's what I do admire him Ducking strays, 'til he caught one in his shoulder Fell back, gushin' blood, but my man a soldier He hit the exit, now we whippin' through the city Contemplating, how the situations getting shitty Now we out of ammo, so we sped up to the side of his ride Intending to collide, hit him quick and watched the whip slide My man Boss grabbed the gat from Lenbo, half out the window Shot the gas tank, we watched the whole thing blow Now we laughin' headed to the hospital for Castro Oh no, I guess popo got wind of the blow 'Cause like 15 cars came out of nowhere yo And now they're on pursuit, didn't even hesitate to shoot Murder weapon possession and a trunk full of loot If we get caught it's either life or death so fuck 'em Might as well go out blazin', we just might duck 'em Hit a hard right, doing 120 through a warehouse Hit the lights and the engine so they don't know our whereabouts Just around the corner was a bridge out of the city No cops in sight, me and my homies feelin' giddy My man Castro, was like "Fuck them coppers" But, speak of the devil 'cause appeared two choppers Their lights on us, callin' out cars to our location Mind racin', checked the rear-view Saw every cop from the fuckin' station, their boat was comin' And the bridge was risin', you shoulda saw it Told my boys to buckle up, because I'm 'bout to floor it Everything was perfectly aligned and we was at a good speed My homie Lenbo didn't hesitate to spark the good weed Feelin' like I'm home free halfway up the ramp Escape is my goal, but, open fire hit the tire Now we outta control, off of the bridge we go Logic, yo Logic, yo, wake up man, Logic, yo, wake up, man, Logic, wake up, man Wassup? We're finally here, man Oh The studio, let's go Oh, all right, all right I just had the craziest fucking dream, dawg |
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