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Small Faces Only Dreaming

I still care, I still care about the way And the little things you say Won't you please come out to play? I'm only dreaming, I'm only dreaming What good does dreaming

you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only

[Pusha T] I'm only in the company of Kings I made a power move and it's everything it seems Before 'Ye signed me, I was getting out my dream Standing

s a heaven in the cold clear bluff, only want (chorus) To come through like roses To head fast like a clear stream, to feel soft like a freight train, In the middle of a bad dream

the color of mayonnaise We lockin' up these airwaves from La Grange to that staircase And your projects up in Queens with no budgets nothin' but dreams

you only do whats best for me but is it cool if we negotiate my destiny they always tellin' me it's temporary than why its feelling like a cemetary my dreams

got the same dreams What's with all the competition, Ma? We on the same team Angel, sometimes I don't show it on the surface But, your face is unreplacable

you up and gag you in your mouth with a piece of polyester Now fix your fuckin' face up Empty the chest of drawers before I stretch your jaw Everybody hit the fuckin' floor Only

a joker All that straight faced shit like your heart had been thru Smile and give your face somethin' the fuck to do You're ugly, smugly, squiggly, dilly, wrinkled faced