Beyonce Sweet Dreams

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