Dream to Me

I'm trying to stop over

What's up October?

I'm trying to fall through

Life would be better if I could call you

Yeah we at the Marriott

God damn you on your period

I had plans on it

At least just put your hands on it

Take off your shirt too

I got work too

But we going past curfew

Come here, let me search you

We got five minutes

Hell yeah, it's a time limit

I might hit it

Bitch I'm Mike Bivins

I like light skinned

I like dark skinned

I like white skinned

I like all women

They're my type, yeah she know what I like

Yeah, she know what I like

Yeah she know what I like

I might call her up

She might fall in love

She want to call me now

Yeah, I'ma stall you out

Don't hold me up

You see me blowing up

They at my shows

And they going nuts

It's a dream to me

I love it when she sing to me

I tell her sing to me

And let her sing to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I used to be a player

And they was all for it

On all fours

On some hard floors

Shit, I even broke some car doors

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I wish I was a chair

I'm still a ****, girl

Is your ass getting bigger girl?

I want to sit with you

Let me get with you

It's a dream to me

I'm loving what she bring to me

It's spiritual

Yeah, it's personal

She flexible

Reversible

She understand

I just want a chance

We hanging out

Having fun again

And it's a dream to me

I love it when she sing to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah