| Dream chaser, dream chaser, I am everything that dreams are made of
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| Ooh, I hear ‘em talking, ooh, I know they talking
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| Ooh, I hear ‘em talking but I won’t let ‘em bring me down
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| Ooh, I hear ‘em talking, ooh, I know they talking
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| Ooh, I hear ‘em talking but I won’t let ‘em bring me down
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| Excuse me, have you ever had a dream? |
| I have
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| Dreams of being something better than I am, you know
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| Rich as Hov, cool as ‘Ye, wake up every day in another state
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| Another stage, on another plane, sky high, I’m flying now
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| Dance on the Moon, fly on a cloud, I just wanna make my mama proud
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| But every door I’m knocking on, they say I’m not allowed
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| Raps ain’t good enough, style ain’t fly enough
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| But I’m a starry night sky, watch me light it up
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| And leave ‘em star struck, come and fly with us
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| Live from the dirty South, now watch me tidy up
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, no, I won’t let ‘em bring me down
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no, aye shawty, I won’t let ‘em bring me down
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| Now imagine going from nothing to something
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| The same folks that was fronting is now in your face blushing |
| And smiling, what? |
| Is they wilding? |
| Try to control my temper
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| They act like they don’t remember last Winter’s coldest December
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| I was sleeping in Sasha’s, depending on her mama to feed me
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| Hold me and clothe me when nobody else would show me no love
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| Or give a fuck when I was way down on my luck
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| And now my fan base building up and I’m almost famous as fuck
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| So I don’t have nothing to give you, I don’t even give a fuck
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| And you know what really sucks? |
| When I was stuck inside the muck
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| You wanted me to self-destruct, now I’m better than ever
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| And now it’s my pleasure to write you this little letter
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| With all my appreciation, thank you for all the hating
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| That’s what kept me play making and turned Donnis into Peyton
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| See, that was the motivation for me to take on a nation
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| I waited so patient just to hear your fake congratulations, good night |