| Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada
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| Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada
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| Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada
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| Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh
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| See it went from talking shit loud
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| To graduating to whispers
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| Still chilling painting pictures with the hipsters
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| And since I produced the record
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| Please hold while I insert
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| A bassline dirtier than kissing on your sister (ew)
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| Still clearing 30 racks, cigarrettes, and leather jackets
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| Pimp coats, and feathered hats
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| Lose the phone, never that
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| My mother’s cooking sauce
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| I’m more Italian than Sinatra’s kids
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| Fashion is a chore to me
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| I’m partying in moccasins
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| Rocking with the scholars
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| Then taking shots up with the college kids
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| Please don’t try and copy me
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| You’re cheating while I’m proctoring
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| Positively optimistic
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| Hopping on the opposite
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| Of every single thing they ever told me to do
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| So put the hate down and watch me spazz out
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| To sounds Jon Lennon would be proud of
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| Put the hate down and watch me spazz out
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| To sounds Jon Lennon would be proud-
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| Ohhh as I take off on an airplane
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| I realize the dream that I’m chasing is true
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| Yeah I’m afraid of heights
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| But I’m not afraid to fly
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| Let me hear the dreamers yo
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| Ohhhhohhhohhhohhhh ladadadadada
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| Yeah, for a proper introduction
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| This is keys without the locksmith
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| A new year, I’m tired of rapping on that nonchalant tip
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| You scholars think you can roast my associate with hot shit
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| You’re hopeless, cause this bachelor is a master when a doc spits
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| Work all day and laid back collecting bills at night
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| We’re fly enough to make the sell see us, still we’re fearing heights
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| Waiting to blow, getting impatient, I’ve been chasing
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| Mister myers with a knife
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| Flipping the script because I’m killing mic’s
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| My entourage is a bunch of guys
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| Who walk around mauling all the moms in every mall
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| With that sharpened claws
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| Not talking santa or a certain type of grammar
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| I’m a standout
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| Not handing handouts to all your open paws
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| So put the hate down watch me spazz out
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| To sounds Kurtis Blow would be proud of
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| Put the hate down and watch me spazz out
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| Yo sounds Kurtis Blow would be proud-
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| Never wake up from your dreams (your dreams) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For The Dreamers, artist - Jon Bellion. Album song Translations Through Speakers, in the genre Поп