| We don’t care about no rain
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| Novocaine in the brain, I refuse your pain
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| Some lo mein on my plate ‘cause the hunger remains
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| Commercials made me wanna shout, starting to gain
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| Clarity, be disparity between me and them
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| They’re a parity and I’m Invader Zim
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| Tired of coming up short, I am oh
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| Put ‘em on game before the judge and demo
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| Seein' those dreams, I redeem my sound
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| Declare you renowned, boy, have you seen my town?
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| Where I grew up with screw ups, both to the dark side
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| Can’t keep running away, we live the far side
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| They don’t hear me though, I’m wasting my time
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| Supplying divine, no telling what they do for the vine
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| Bulbasaur, got ‘em whipped with this cream I rhyme
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| Voice of the projects, willow running divine
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| Everybody feeling the vibe
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| Scottie mill it man, I prove it if you willing to ride
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| Dreamers, put ‘em high, it’s a party tonight
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| It don’t stop 'til I say it’s over, alright
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| So people, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what? |
| Uh
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| Neon lights all in my sight
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| Speaking mentally you wishing you was part of the flight
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| I breathe life in the heart of the night
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| with the sound, physically I’m a part of the mic, aight?
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| And we gon' make it baby, newborn
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| The world strip you naked baby
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| Forsake you maybe, well I thought about it
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| Like I highly doubt it
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| Can’t be without it, talkin' ‘bout dreams
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| D-e-s-t-i-n-y, I ain’t talkin' ‘bout Queens
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| It seems like they tryna divide
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| Love from the equation, multiplying the lies
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| But I, kick knowledge like professor sensei
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| Blocking nightmares with one finger, Dikembe Mutombo, my uncle
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| Used to call me shrimp, now I’m cooking up gumbo
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| Mama loves mambo
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| Everybody feeling the vibe
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| Scottie mill it man, I prove it if you willing to ride
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| Dreamers, put ‘em high, it’s a party tonight
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| It don’t stop 'til I say it’s over, alright
|
| So people, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what? |
| Uh
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| Only time I slumber is
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| Never that, Mario, put ‘em where the plumbers is
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| Pipe down, you ain’t want none of this
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| Excuse me as I kiss the sky with American pie
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| On replay, tryna get a slice of life or two
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| Not biting off more than I can chew, ooh
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| Keep my ears clean to the stuff you make
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| I wax the tracks, wait, let me fluctuate
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| Then I duct tape the hate, we gotta stick together
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| Swear it’s gettin' solid in the hill, where’s Heather?
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| We can live it up, love
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| Even though sleep we don’t get enough of
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| But no rest for the weary, I ain’t outta my mind
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| That grind’s callin' my name, clocking overtime
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| Waiting for the payoff, never take a day off
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| This song is the answer, go ahead and sway y’all
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| Everybody feeling the vibe
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| Scottie mill it man, I prove it if you willing to ride
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| Dreamers, put ‘em high, it’s a party tonight
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| It don’t stop 'til I say it’s over, alright
|
| So people, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what?
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| Dream it up, dream it up, dream it up, what? |