Travis Barker - City Of Dreams Lyrics
[Verse 1][Pusha T]The Carte Blanche is the way to view my lifeTwelve cylinders or more on any turnpike*****ed every ***** worthy on the East Coast twiceAll the baddest of hoes that want to turn dike (Uck!)Triple beams and nipple ringsThere's no such thing as fantasy when you the kingWith life in the palm of my handsWe came out winners from the village of ?[Malice]Welcome to the city where anything possibleAmerican dream overcome any obstacleRainbow hues just may lead you to a pot of goldChain so chilly I believe that I done caught a coldBut the flow nothin' to sneeze atD-colors all up in my ear like its feedbackBently, no roof, slide through with the seat backNever mind the price and the change I told 'em keep that[Chorus - Kobe]Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better pack heavyWelcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better be ready[Verse 2 - Pusha T]I'm livin' life at a faster paceUsain Bolt runnin' in a faster raceRecord deal is the king-pins masqueradeDeep dimples in the D-Cup to masturbateWe order sushi, suckin' on EdamameTextin' to her girlfriend, "I'm in heaven, mami"She in a fairy tale, I sell fairy dustI figure let the ***** dream, I've been fair enough (Uck!)I'm drop dead in that drop headBrick of powder in the trunk, that's a bobsledGotta (Satisfy My Soul) that's what Bob saidI think they really sell dope is what the blogs readThe realest that wrote it, the illest that spoke itCouldda got life for some of the shit quotedWith every fact noted and the whole city goneIn 20 double 1 I turn the scales back on[Chorus - Kobe]Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better pack heavyWelcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better be ready[Verse 3 - Malice]Time's runnin' out on you niggas, the clock's tickin'The Clipse on Travis's track, the plot thickensYa'll heard we fly with the bird, we cop chickensMalice done things to the coupe, the top's missin'The pot I piss in, sittin' on acresTo the window I throw it out, I'm ballin' like the LakersHaters, ya'll don't want the Kobe beefI serve it raw like I'm ODBAnd I can't be touched by none of ya'll, I got OCDAnd I'm nice with the ki's too, Do Re MiSee, we play the scale, get the bricks off MiguelI back out the deal if somethin' don't sit wellDouble bag boy, my backpack like Big LI *****ed bad *****es like GiselleBut I don't kiss and tell'Cept for love taps with the gatYou niggas best belive that ? this track[Chorus - Kobe]Welcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better pack heavyWelcome to the City of Dreams, yeahWhere you'll prolly never ever wake up from a nightmare (mare, mare, mare)So you better be ready[Sample](Clipse, Clipse on Travis's, Travis's track) [x3](All up in my ear like its feedback)(Like its feed, Like, like its feedback) [x2](All up in my ear like its) [x2](Like its feedback)(Like its feed, Like its feedback) [x2](All up in my ear, All up in my ear)(Like its feedback) [x5] (Fade to close)
