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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kemba
Kemba
Performer
Osvalvo Lopez
Osvalvo Lopez
Background Vocals
Ricardo "Luss" Nigaglioni
Ricardo "Luss" Nigaglioni
Background Vocals
Shawn Beaulieu
Shawn Beaulieu
Background Vocals
Tyrone Holguin
Tyrone Holguin
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ivan Jackson
Ivan Jackson
Composer
Rajiv Leroy
Rajiv Leroy
Composer
Matthew Jefferson
Matthew Jefferson
Composer
Luke Charbonneau
Luke Charbonneau
Composer
James Johnson
James Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Drake
Frank Drake
Co-Producer
Ivan Jackson
Ivan Jackson
Additional Producer
Rajiv Leroy
Rajiv Leroy
Co-Producer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer
Jack Doutt
Jack Doutt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It go who’s that peeking through my psyche
Who is that telling me I can’t do it
You been talking falsetto, high key
Now why would you think that I can’t prove it
The Devil don’t never take a holiday
The dark won’t ever take my light away
My heart pump mango cherry icee
I can hear the call from a mile away (yurppp)
If ya corn pops never had a roach in it, you probably won’t get it
You probably want a big house, fast car, a garage in the city
My momma dreamed I would get a job with the city
9-5 paycheck on time from the city
MTA with the 30 day card from the city , good
I ask my **** when they get it what they finna have
They could only describe the middle class
They don’t have dreams
Yeah yeah
Middle class dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I got dreams, and ain’t nobody stopping me
Once I know it’s possible highway robbery
Dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I got green all around me like I’m captain planet
D’s all around I guess the captain planned it
You only knew my name when the cash was handed
Now we side by side like the trans-atlantic (woo)
Momma never saved up Yale money
But she did save up bail money
Thats if she didnt misplace the stash from the last shift
Cause putting cash in the bank just feel funny
I learned metaphors before I knew what’s a credit score
I’m sure that’s a bar prolly never been said before
Mail at my door offered me a new credit card
Cause if you ever poor they’ll make sure you forever poor
And I ain’t learn nothing,
from moms or my pops or nas or the lox
Maybe Andre or Pac, maybe
But ya’ll **** withholding secrets
Won’t tell me how to get it
Won’t tell me how to keep it
Just dreams
Yeah yeah
I guess I just dream
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Bitch I got Dreams,
And ain’t nobody stopping me
Once I know its possible
Highway robbery
Dreams
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I guess I got dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams
dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams
dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams
dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams
[First unheard message]
You better dream your ass outside and get a job
Written by: Ivan Jackson, James Johnson, Luke Charbonneau, Matthew Jefferson, Rajiv Leroy
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