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