Tekster:
Little Big Town From This Dream

don't want to wake up I don't want to wake up From this dream I don't want to wake up... From this dream I don't want to wake up... From this dream I

don't want to wake up I don't want to wake up From this dream I don't want to wake up... From this dream I don't want to wake up... From this dream I

dope man But I can't move crack And is such a fraction They way you thinking about your plans But I tryna bring it back Before your brain hit the pan Sean from Detroit Lupe from

bar tonight Well, this time I?m gonna make our dreams come true Well, I love you more than anything in the world Love, your baby girl Black Top, blue sky, big town full of little

ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in a mansion to get a little piece of this American dream I spit venom thru

boss on the flow Plenty hoes like a fourth quarter (Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money) (Big Sean) Just a bittersweet symphony (Chorus-Big Sean) I'm from a big

And don't remember it So let's December it And reassemble it oh yeah Once upon a time in a town like this A little girl made a great big wish To fill

I think his name's umm, who knows? Mur uhh, Murphey Lee or somethin' I want my name not, not said but screamed I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams

Uh-oh, uh-oh You know how we do it Weezy and Petey, baby Ya'know This here is 500 Degreez Holla at 'em dogg 'Cuz I know I ain't dreaming, I swear to