Sweet Dreams chords and lyrics - INTOXICATED DEMONS

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[Verse 1]
[D]Woo! Yeah! Ha! Yeah! Ha!
What? What? What?
Come on! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And if you don't know, Tarikio, nigga!
Yeah! Ha! Ha! Yeah!
Sweet dreams is made up! Yeah!
Check it! Yeah! Yeah!
How the fuck y niggas
want a cat to operate?
[G]Throw fis[D]ts, no twist, can't operate.
Take shits from your wrist,
just cooperate.
[G]Might [D]flip if you flint,
so just stop and wait
Don't wanna pop your mate,
don't wanna blow your shit
Don't stop your flow,
don't want no Chrissy
and don't want no Moe
Don't want no Henny and
I can't stain Belle
So leave all your liquids
on the motherfuckin' shelves,
daddy I'm in the coffin, red -eyed orphaned son
You pop up, pop up with the tall sensor
So we can feel it more
and feel more better
Cop the block shit, 50 spot shit wetter
You hot in that sweater,
is somebody watchin'
Or just the effects of the good
shit rockin'
The good shit poppin',
you know what I mean
Fuck stems, fuck seeds,
stay on for sweet dreams
Hey, sweet dreams are made of trees
Kanja is as natural as
the birds and the bees
Boy, sweet dreams are made of herb
Shake the purple scum,
calm your mind and be nerb
Sweet dreams are made of trees
Kanja is as natural as
the birds and the bees
Boy, sweet dreams are made of herb
Shake the purple scum, calm
Now you know I love to [Bm]really
be the [D]drinker, man
Sip shit, quick sips,
I ain't no drinker, and
Don't blow no powder,
keep pills at hand
Vanilla with me, Reggie Ditchie,
you're a feelin' hand
You feel me man, I'm like Lamar O
'Gann I just can't stop
it, it ain't lit to the lips
Then there's dro in the pocket,
keep flow in the pockets
And dro when I smoke it,
wanna slip that shit in the club
Gotta sock it, don't knock knock knock it
The door ain't openin',
momma sayin' stop
But she wishin' and hopin'
and dawg
I see the light and change them ways
But uh, I see the light
and just flame them blades
Just flame that haze
You know how it's doin' me
They say it's in the head,
but the bong's pursuing me
I flow fluidly, gotta get creamin'
Uh, how I fiend the state
over sweet dreams
Hey, sweet dreams are made of trees
Kanja is as natural
as the birds and the bees
For he's sweet dreams
are made of herb
Shake the purple skunk off,
it might not be nerve
Sweet dreams are made of trees
Kanja is as natural
as the birds and the bees
For he's sweet dreams
are made of herb
Shake the purple skunk off,
Now your mind don't like me,
it's me a party thang
Miss bitch, chick twist, she a party thang
She bring dro plus hoes, so we party, [G]man
She my [D]chick, but she down,
treat me garly, man
It's gnarly, man, and it's hardly ever
We ain't bringing up delivery,
I stay blurry
Long sang misery to gun
pop symphonies
If we's on the block,
have y dance in the street
See Tariq make it hot, stop
It's the first salad of the day, nigga.
I'ma blow this shit, huh?
That shit, what you smoking?
That shit smells mad good.
What's that?
That purple stuff? Hey!
Sweet dreams are made of trees.
Kanja is as natural
as the birds and the bees. Woy!
Sweet dreams are made of herb.
Strictly purple scum
call me mine and me nerve.
Sweet dreams are made of trees.
Kanja is as natural
as the birds and the bees. Woy!
Sweet dreams are made of herb.
Strictly purple scum
call me mine and me nerve.
You gotta smoke a lot
more to see my level
You gotta puff a lot more to see my level
You gotta blaze a lot more
to see my level
You gotta dig a lot more to see my level
Yeah, Nature League niggas,
gotta fuck a lot more to see [Bb]my le[D]vel
Yeah, reggae man salam,
huh, huh, what?
Blaze it up, smoke it up,
let's get clunk, get drunk,
let's get [D]money y get money
Y [D]'all niggas in some trouble,
uh oh, uh [D]oh
What, what?
Come [D]on jam now, bong bo bong
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Come [D]on jam now, bong bo bong
Uh, uh
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