Prop Dylan - Can You Imagine (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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It all started back in '97
An adolescent with big dreams
And sick skeems, whenever the knowledge's tested
She had the hottest essence, the whole nine yards
Enough to make my mind go, oh my gosh
She had me hooked like addiction to drugs
The proper term for the moment, unconditional love
Just like the crips and the bloods, she had me howering over the streets
She's the reason for this, and considering my solo release
The reason why I even flow over beats
The reason why I, Prop Dylan even rose from defeat
Now I am standing on both of my feet, don
She's my life, my shoulder to weep on
She's gods gift to the man, yes
Fullfilling my list of demand, it's sick when I fantisize
About a life without her body and soul
Without her shine in my life, i am rock bottom in soil

[chorusx2]Can you imagine a goddess, who lifts you up
No matter how hard it is, when it gets corrupt
She's there for you, wiping up the drips of blood
Never quick to judge, she only wish for love[/chorus]

She had me feeling like a king with a crow
Cuz everytime that I mentioned her name, heads were spinning around
Our steps quivered the ground, in every town that we walked
Loud when she talked, getting rounds of applause
She took me down to New York, so I could spot her stomping grounds
She picked me up, straight out the box of lost and found
Whenever I was bossed and tossed around
She told me to walk my own path, like a nomad
Never will I lose her, that'll be the day they put a toetag
On my notepad, there's no match, for a starving artist
I was partly cautious, but she was all I wanted
From March to August, yeah I fought for her heart
Even though I was born the chosen one like the Dalai Lamas
Out the darkest waters, she bloomed to a queen
Soon to be free, when I am persuing my dreams

[chorusx2]

It's not just sunny days, cuz now the page has been flipped
From a saint to a dangerous sadistic b*tch
What a waist of a gift, traded for the devil inside
I'ma never be bitter instead I'ma thrive
But I want her dead or alive, whenever she's spreading her thies
For a lot of dudes, just to knock 'em boots, like a prostitute
All of this cuz she got alot of a's and o's
Like a conquered boxers, locker room
Guess it's the shocking truth, that keeps on chasing me down
With a foot to the neck, when I am placed on the ground
But she's right there, as a boost of confidence
Helps me out whenever I lose my common sense
What if I gave her a second to breathe
Would it be like that day when I got swept up my feet, huh?

[chorusx2]

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