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Big K R I T Dreamin

dreamin) This rap shit (is not for real) This rap shit (is not for real) [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T] I played ball for a minute, did I mention wasn't in it

's van I remember 1977, I started going to concerts And I saw the Led Zeppelin I got a guitar on a Christmas day I dreamed that Jimmy Page Would come

as long as I'm alive, paw I got to strive I ain't sittin roadside, that ain't harder to plan I'm out here for my fam doin all that I can I love my city

's the K to the R to the S One By now I think it's real, I'm the best one Yes son, I take it to the old school I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool

RDV And you said, "No", 'cause ain't no we repping that R E D Then I said, "Fuck that, I mean with R A P" Get together and make the cheddar as far as

first off this is too doe When I hit ya with this K cutters you turn 'bout three colors Go and get your boyfriend or big brother, I don't care I'm Dade

my only desire Big Style, Lil' Floss, Tray Dee and me K-U-R-U-P-T, Soopafly and Crooked Eye Until then I hope God don't pass me by Every day I work harder

) This my time machine (take me way back) Take me forward far, this ain?t just my car This is my time machine [Big K.R.I.T - Verse 1] Take me way back

I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta