Sweet Dreams
I've got the heart of a warrior, feel the euphoria whenever I go to war
The pen is the mightiest sword, that's why I get writing of course
I'm striking like lightning, and I'm seeming frightening, and I send 'em right to the morgue
I hope I can buy me a Porsche, and hope someone sign me of course, and also co-sign me at Forbes
And know that my prime be in store
Death is untimely, but I'll just keep rhyming until I think I struck a chord
And I've been endorsed, and I've been important enough to the score, until it's been eating me up to my core
It's time to divorce the game and cut the cord
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams, baby