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Forever Dreamin'

Knocking on the door of subconscious The worlds perfect artist a verse so fresh you hung it up in the closet A number one hit until you woke up and forgot it Ask my lady what's the meanin' "This is real as it gets to slip right through your fingers You can't stay asleep forever dreamin'"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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