Sweet Dreams (Olli Collins + Fred Portelli remix) - Beyoncé

Turn the lights on!

Every night I rush to my bed

With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance to see you

When I close my eyes

I’m going out of my head

Lost in a fairytale

Can you hold my hands and be my guide

Clouds filled with stars cover your skies

And I hope it rains

You’re the perfect lullaby

What kind of dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I, don’t want to wake up from you

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true

My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where

Baby long as you’re here

I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I, don’t want to wake up from you

Yo, yo, Young Money right here

Bike here, throw it up, no high chair

Cold like a white bear

Freddy Kruger, I’m a rap bitch nightmare

And I’m rich I could buy you

Kill bitches leave your body in a bayou

More brain than an IQ

More head than a drug, buy yours

And my bank account ain’t hardly empty

That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley

So please mama Cita, please no envy

When you come around it reads no entry

Whose next to go

My flows so flexible

Get gassed then get at me, Texaco

Shoot yourself in the leg, Plexico

White Jag with the twisted lip

I ain’t Mike Jack but ‘this is it’

B-b-b-boy I’m everywhere

You’re like balloon boy mama you was never there

I am the Kung Fu panda

Fuck all of ya blogs, fuck all of ya propaganda

Good for the goose then it’s good for the gander

Nicki ain’t a rapper, Nicki is a brander

Please you can never compare to me

All these bitches is scared of me

I am who they couldn’t even dare to be

So that’s all folks (badibadee)

I go hard, pause

Hospital flow get more gauze

I’mma bad bitch on all fours

The president be like “It’s all yours”

Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game high stats

Go together like Ricky and his eye patch

Go together like a team in the gym

Kareem in the ring, the queen and the king

Tattoo your name across my heart

So it will remain

Not even death can make us part (No Ceilings)

What kind of dream is this?

Uh, Kush it out, red bone pussy mouth

Eat you up, spit you out

Fuck your girl in your house

I’m terrible be car-e-ful

You might want say a prayer or two

So cold I need Theraflu

I’m so high I need parachutes

I’m error proof, I’m never spooked

Got my Coupe, heaven blue

And my flag red as hell, think your sweet as devils food

I never lose, my weapons used

Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude

And she’s the queen

Two’s a couple, three’s a scene

Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams

Get the pussy wet or be the springs

Hah, I’m Easter clean

Shout to my home girl Mika Means

Anything we want we redeem

You niggas gassed up ‘93 Supreme

Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch

More than an artist bitch

She talk a whole lot of shit

And walk around like she President Carters bitch

She be on her Barbie shit

And me I’m on Tha Carter 6

And I can turn crumbs to bricks

And I can turn nuns to tricks

Young Mula baby

Fu-fuck your feelings

And this is No Ceilings

Yeah

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I, don’t want to wake up from you

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true

My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where

Baby long as you’re here

I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I, don’t want to wake up from you