Sometimes dream roll past like a spark in the night sky
You can't put yo finger on it but you've seen it with your two eyes
A vision that sustains life we call that commission
Profiting from our passions premeditated prescriptions
Manifest your fiction
No one else will understand the diction
Don't lose track of the plans you've once made
Thinking bout it may make you smirk like some lemonade
People don't believe dreams if there sweet like Minute Maid
Walk toward your destiny in hopes of reaching the zenith
O O they spat hate chalk it up to them being bulimic
Once you get to the top the view is so scenic
The world is nothing but obstacles to reach the souls that our beneath it
Use your time wisely
These remarks may seem facetious
Cello Miles - Connection (Interlude) Lyrics
Cello Miles - Connection (Interlude) Lyrics
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Sometimes dream roll past like a spark in the night sky
You can't put yo finger on it but you've seen it with your two eyes
A vision that sustains life we call that commission
Profiting from our passions premeditated prescriptions
Manifest your fiction
No one else will understand the diction
Don't lose track of the plans you've once made
Thinking bout it may make you smirk like some lemonade
People don't believe dreams if there sweet like Minute Maid
Walk toward your destiny in hopes of reaching the zenith
O O they spat hate chalk it up to them being bulimic
Once you get to the top the view is so scenic
The world is nothing but obstacles to reach the souls that our beneath it
Use your time wisely
These remarks may seem facetious
You can't put yo finger on it but you've seen it with your two eyes
A vision that sustains life we call that commission
Profiting from our passions premeditated prescriptions
Manifest your fiction
No one else will understand the diction
Don't lose track of the plans you've once made
Thinking bout it may make you smirk like some lemonade
People don't believe dreams if there sweet like Minute Maid
Walk toward your destiny in hopes of reaching the zenith
O O they spat hate chalk it up to them being bulimic
Once you get to the top the view is so scenic
The world is nothing but obstacles to reach the souls that our beneath it
Use your time wisely
These remarks may seem facetious
Writer: Marsalis Burton
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