Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Dreamer, artist - Common.
Date of issue: 18.12.2011
Song language: English
The Dreamer |
Ferrari Testas, Armani dressers |
Exquisite thick bitches that body bless us |
Rest assured, we getting festive in Miami now |
Told my nigga Ye, I’m about to win the Grammys now |
Getting Johnny Cash old white folks know me now |
Standing close to the mic like I’m Kobe now |
We celebrate with shots of the hate because we got love |
It’s the pop life, a lot of faces pop up |
Known to tear the club and the block up |
Going through the airport with more lye than an opera |
Knew crooks who move books like Harry Potter |
Get cleaners to get it cleaner |
A legend like John, Lennon, I’m a dreamer |
Tried to fuck the world she only let me finger |
Mind trips to Medina to visit the redeemer |
A hero, I’ll drop out like Hiroshima |
Off sangria with two broads at La Esquina |
Still opening roads for Omoye and Amina |
I’m a dreamer |
It’s for the world, world, world, world, world |
Dream on |
We take, uh, we make, uh, paper |
And build skyscrapers |
Walking on water, building my faith up |
Niggas with no heart, I’m the pacemaker |
Get the beat from No I, feel the pulse of the Chi |
Survival of the fit with hope in they eye |
Taking notes from the sky to fly above understanding |
They notes from the most high, so I gotta land them |
Career ain’t random, make anthems, streets chant them |
Rock roles like a phantom |
Mad hoes like they throwing tantrums |
I tell them I need space like Richard Branson |
Dancing, with wolves and stars getting full at bars |
And then pass out like a pamphlet |
Never taking Grants for granted |
It’s Common, I’m high above standard |
Fly nigga, keep my feet planted |
To rock the planet, I don’t stop for panic |
Maybe I’m a hopeless Hip-Hop romantic |
I’m a dreamer |
It’s for the world, world, world, world, world |
Dream on |
He introduced me, I stepped to the podium |
Said peace, gave thanks to the holy one |
Put my water up, thought about my daughter for a second |
The youth, the living resurrection |
Reflections of the sun glaring through the window |
Now the audience staring at my mental |
Feeling like the world, the world is at my fingers |
'Bout to speak to an auditorium full of dreamers |
Kinda took me back to when I first had a dream |
To be like the king that sang Billie Jean |
Now it’s gold records, and I’m on silver screens |
At the mountaintop, you still gotta dream |
To the dreamers |
If I dream you’re here |
And you dream I’m there |
We’ll be nowhere near |
You should just come here |
If I wake you up |
Only difference is |
You can live the dream |
Just believe in it |
Once you find your shoulders dropping |
And your speech gets slow and hazy |
You better change your way of being |
Before you found your brain got lazy |
You can build a better future when you join the winning team |
If you desire a bright tomorrow, you must build a brighter dream |
Dare to let your dreams reach beyond you |
Know that history holds more than it seems |
We are here alive today because our ancestors dared to dream |
From Africa they lay in the bilge of slave ships |
And stood half naked on auction blocks |
From eastern-Europe they crowded in vessels overloaded with immigrants |
And were mis-named on Ellis island |
From South America and Mexico, from Asia, they labored in sweat shops |
From all over the world, they came to America |
Many shivering in rags, and still they dared to dream |
Let us dream for today and for tomorrow |
Let us dare to dream |