| Fell asleep in a freshman class, woke up on a tour bus
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| Somehow, someway, all my test questions passed
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| And I didn’t even take shortcuts
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| Man, life is but a dream, «is this shit real»
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| So trill, yeah I’m rollin' at night, I can’t sit still
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| Five mixtapes can’t change up my social status
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| And my balance, but a Top 40 hit will
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| Shit, I know they see me, don’t question them
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| Dreams of being on TV, no Requiem
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| I just want to live this dream, will it be what I imagined
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| But nothing tops making a living off your passion
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| So either way I’m chasing after something I ain’t never had
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| Woke up today feeling hungry as I ever have
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| And I don’t usually ever brag
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| But these dreams aren’t far anymore, you can tell them that
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| These plastic dreams
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| Of TV screens, and radios
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| Pretending everything is what it seems
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| These plastic dreams
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| Are all I know
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| Would someone wake me up from all these plastic dreams
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| I never love bitches, I love money and my city
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| Love my whole team, bout to bring them all with me
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| I’m headed to the top of this, I’m taking bout the tippy
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| Hittin' parties with a couple A-list, gettin' trippy
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| Feeling myself and I ain’t even did shit yet
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| Drop is bout to feed me out paper like an inkjet
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| When I see these girls in the crowds sing my words all loud
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| I be tryin' see how many I can get wet
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| Snatch them like a fishnet, game so viscous
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| Me and Skizzy Mars and like 38 bitches
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| It’s all I could do so, I’mma bag two, yo
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| As long as I don’t ever smash a broad, no Juno
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| Listen, I just made my own lane and these rappers went piranha on me
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| Bittin' off everything, my style and my persona
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| Homie, I just keep dreaming of the day I bang Rihanna
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| They say «I'm a dreamer», I say «wait until mañana»
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| These plastic dreams
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| Of TV screens, and radios
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| Pretending everything is what it seems
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| These plastic dreams
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| Are all I know
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| Would someone wake me up from all these plastic dreams |