Artist: Dungeon Masta f/ Charles Brown Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Is It a Dream Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Charles Brown] I'm so lonely, my nigga went away from me... Said you'd always be here for me, now your face I never see... I can't believe, you're not here with me I pray it was, but now your gone, I see, that's it's not a dream [Dungeon Masta] What you know about pain? What you know about stress? What you know about Dungeon? Ma, take a guess I will go all out for you, average, I'm not the rest Sick of the mental shit, you're fucking with the best When the eyes first saw ya, ma, I got impressed With you verbal speech, you caught a nigga interest From your feet, toes, legs, thighs and ya breasts The more I feel for you, the more I got to press You make a nigga wanna go and rob a treasure chest You also make a nigga want to bury you With your pretty smile, your ways and your style Sometimes the vibe is strong, it can't always be wild Maybe one day we can sit and plan about a child Maybe one day I can see you walk down the aisle Is it wrong for me to feel the way that I feel, for you? Mama [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] What's up, ma, me and you got something to talk about Without a doubt, sit ya ass down, so we can walk it out You been walking dogs with a nigga for a minute Can't wait for the day for me and Will to run up in it Thought passion, I love your style, the satisfaction Intensify moments to release attraction Night full of action, sipping on Henny, time for relaxing Staggering like I'm drunk off six packs, and you know who I be Mr. Dungeon Masta, indeed Do you mind if I bring you up to speed Like Meth said you're all that I need You patch a nigga up, if I bleed And if I'm hungry, it's me, you feed I'm not mad at you, I love the way you check a nigga's attitude Even if I'm rude, or just, not in the mood, boo I miss you, the way I used to hug and kiss you Only when I'm with you, I don't miss the pistols No time wasting, you don't know what you facing Me and you, a good combination, uh-huh You can be my Bonnie, and I can be your Clyde We can ride on the highway of life, nothing to hide Any one try to stop us, it's suicide Better yet, let's take 'em out, straight homicide, baby You know that your boy is crazy Trust me, when it's time to get that money, we ain't lazy [Chorus] [Hook: Charles Brown] So lonely, baby... why'd you leave, me, baby? I need your body, shorty, but you still ignore me Come back to me, cuz I'm not for free What you did for me, you're all that I need