To D.R.E.A.M - Tory Lanez

When a man lies he murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear to witness any longer Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home

Love me now and love me well It's your love I crave to know Before I stand here buried in this unforgiving snow Love me good, oh love me please But I'm pleased to know you at all Pull me out before I'm gone But please don't let me fall Fall asleep, but not for long Your dreams are in your hands Handle them gracefully But don't let them sift like sand Sing of love and sing of none Remember when you are through I'll be here to sing along My heart will be with you Moments are fleeting Each end is a greeting To what lies ahead So get up from your bed Keep your eyes off the clock Time's spent better with them locked in mine Oh, I tell you that it's true Every second is a treasure with you Winds are mean and time is too I can see them in my face But winds have timely brought us close Like pearls sewn into lace He has great plans in mind for us for welfare, not for woe Plans to give us futures Full of goodness Full of hope

Build an inner door Drop and then explore You smoke your head on straight Then drink your woes away Some might not understand possession Controls your head You recognize it While some ignore it Avoid the masses You've got to belong to it Belong to it Belong to it Your music is your friend? But the roof above my head So seriously I take The will that never breaks Some might not understand Possession beyond your hands You recognize it While some ignore it Avoid the masses You've got to belong to it You recognize it While some ignore it Avoid the masses You've got to belong to it Belong to it Belong to it It's power and sin (And then you've got all the other habits) Whiskey and smoke It's all that we could need to plant the perfect seed Disembody me Yeah! You recognize it While some ignore it Avoid the masses You've got to belong to it Belong to it Belong to it

I like you a lot Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise We're ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to destroy, yeah Pi-i-i-ink flamingos, always fascinated me I know what only the girls know Hoes with lies akin to me Oh, oh, I see you're going So-o-o-o I play my music, watch you leave I like you a lot Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise Blue Ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to destroy, yeah Velveteen and living single It never felt that right to me I know what only the girls know Lies can buy eternity I, I, I see you leaving So-o-o-o I push record and watch you leave I like you a lot Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise We're ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to destroy, yeah Live to love you And I love to love you And I live to love you, boy Live to love you And I love to love you And I live to love you, boy Nothing gold can stay Like love or lemonade Or sun or summer days It's all a game to me anyway I like you a lot Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys So I do what you want Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise Blue ribbons on ice Playing their guitars, only one of my toys Cause I like you a lot No holds barred, I've been sent to destroy, yeah Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys Putting on my music while I'm watching the boys

I still remember all the things you said Laying in my bed Eye to eye I'll carry thoughts you put inside my head 'Til the day I'm dead Why oh why? Do you ever think of me? After everything Give me something to hold on to I need just a little piece I'll take anything Give me something to hold on to I guess it's not the way things tend to go Not that I would know Goodbyes are slow I saw your picture on the silver screen Guess you don't miss me That's the way it seems Do you ever think of me? After everything Give me something to hold on to I need just a little piece I'll take anything Give me something to hold on to Something good, something real Something bad, something I can really, really, really feel Leave me black, leave me blue Just give me something I'll take anything from you Do you ever think of me? After everything Give me something to hold on to I need just a little piece I'll take anything Give me something to hold on to Something to hold on to Something to hold on to Something to hold on to

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour