作词 : K!nder

作曲 : K!nder/Plot Twist

编曲 : K!nder

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

I ever had a dream so sweet with my friends,

but sometimes life's a b1tch

cause I lost it outta my gene,

whether it's still been a butterfly without pain,

I'm a survivor so I rise up to know my name.

You're dead to me now, but you're never like that

my ideal type that

cause you change your mindset,

look like five dozen flies buzzing over my head,

perhaps I'm gonna finally killed by my kindness.

I ever prayed to God why somebody's stupid

and murder those puss1es

if the world without music,

ain't nobody wanna have

sweet dreams like movies.

Whatcha doing? What terrible crimes you think?

Though I'm not perfect, I'm also not emotionally

crippled or lonely so that I was supposed to be

a psychopath k1ller till the sh1t's joking on me.

Whether the world's gonna have a revolution to see?

It's all going to hell, Jack the Ripper that you are,

call 'em toy soldiers, even an army have no guard,

gotta remind myself

as a joker with a red nose, hard,

don't tell me about the struggle

whenever I rap in dark,

thoughs of scheme and plan that I believe in

the shit to get more

parts of reasons with thinking,

starting Castle In The Sky

as long as I'm breathing

with the definition,

sweet dreams, I'ma achieve 'em.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused

I'd been glad to look for a place to try to sleep,

whether I could find a change

of the dreams and bite to eat

every damn boring meal,

they always remind of me,

but it's still nice to me. Which type I'ma die to be?

It's hard for everybody to learn different language,

though I have some benefits

like a magical fantasy,

then I calculate I'd better be

a gentleman with a champion dream,

cuz it's the freaking reason

why I enjoying setting this.

I'm gonna through a pass of dream going back

where the freak those were at,

sky's dark and soul's black,

I'd been never in Chicago

to stop Bin Laden moving at

another peaceful place, just whip the joking axs.

I don't wanna give it up when

showing praise to the great,

so I wonder why the sh1t's

gonna happen overseas,

keep my dreams holding sweet,

ain't nobody knows the pain,

that I'm about to spitfire

with a kind of soul in dream

until I'ma dead and gone

to kill 'em that I get upon

every valuable time like ObAma was in Pentagon,

with lotta terrible crimes whosoever bet TruMp,

they don't need a superhero,

just think I was never born,

I'm the dark Lucifer

cause I'm back to nurse's call,

damn it, people are mad again

cause everybody's personal

but I still dunno why enemies always hurt 'em all,

Mandela's the perfect ball

because of my birth in Lord that…

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused