Dream at Night
They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be travelling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oho
I be burning trees and
Now I'm moving so slow
Dreamin' bout the money and the shows
Rockstar life, everywhere we go
I think about the Hollywood hills
With my girl should be living out and store
And now we gonna go and hit the road, the road
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be travelling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
You see it, nights like this, I rhyme like this
And pray for 50 Grammy's all because of a big screen
If I meet Russell Simmons gotta come with the quake
‘Cause it's me versus the clock on this light skin race
Watch me, I'm quite eager, the new school beaver
Cliva, I think it's clever that I preach to the preachers
Tryina get my point across, man I hope that it reach's ya
Yo this kid got soul, no sneakers
Making believers out of make believers
Turn my generation into thinkers
Lawyers, doctors, teachers
My homie from Detroit did it all but legal
He always said I was a killer since my lyrics lethal
Sometimes only mind my conscience
Of topics like you are what you eat too
So when these lyrics feed your soul
Hope they please you
And please use the wisdom against the evil
And only shoot for the stars like we're supposed to
They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be traveling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be travelling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oho
I be burning trees and
Now I'm moving so slow
Dreamin' bout the money and the shows
Rockstar life, everywhere we go
I think about the Hollywood hills
With my girl should be living out and store
And now we gonna go and hit the road, the road
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be travelling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
You see it, nights like this, I rhyme like this
And pray for 50 Grammy's all because of a big screen
If I meet Russell Simmons gotta come with the quake
‘Cause it's me versus the clock on this light skin race
Watch me, I'm quite eager, the new school beaver
Cliva, I think it's clever that I preach to the preachers
Tryina get my point across, man I hope that it reach's ya
Yo this kid got soul, no sneakers
Making believers out of make believers
Turn my generation into thinkers
Lawyers, doctors, teachers
My homie from Detroit did it all but legal
He always said I was a killer since my lyrics lethal
Sometimes only mind my conscience
Of topics like you are what you eat too
So when these lyrics feed your soul
Hope they please you
And please use the wisdom against the evil
And only shoot for the stars like we're supposed to
They call me Willie B, when I go to New York city
Take the red out, wake up in LA
And if you're lucky, I can take you with me
When I'll be traveling around the world some day
Oh, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Hey, won't you tell me what you dream at night
Won't you tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me what you dream at night
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
I dream of California sun,
Coming through my window
Through my window, through my window
Credits
Writer(s): William Bolton, Kaui Williams
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