Dreamin Of The Past

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Dreaming of the past

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
(I dreamed of the past)
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We dug the walls behind the bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beating fast)
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me, he’s got plenty, yeah”

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you niggas ain’t flexin’, you crampin’
My weight keep niggas on bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, loss of rent, stampede (I started to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas make money, make money, make money like Ye samplin’ (I started to lose control)
Pistol stutter, do the drum line like Grambling
MGM gamblin’, blew up a little mansion (I dreamed of the past)
Annoyed ’cause that bitch call Lanvin “Laen-ven”
Fuck who you dabbing, these niggas just stand-ins (And my heart been beat fast)
Not me they censor and block me
You yell, “Top five”, I only see me
Price show the only way your bitches could rob me (I dreamed of the past)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
Cut ’em off, baby, if he flinch at the Bottega price, uh (And my heart was beating fast)
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me”, he’s got plenty, yeah

[Verse 2: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you niggas don’t drip, you dry
Kevlar in its Balenciaga jacket lining
You and your dog, you combine your income (I started to lose control)
I send ‘Lorraine Schwartz Diamond Minin’
Find them, I came with Enzo dinghies (I started to lose control)
So you gotta understand there’s a difference
There are window stickers and window sealers (I dreamed of the past)
You know the type, I always tryna get in your picture
I was trying to smuggle the drugs, into your sister (And my heart was beating fast)
We won the job, there would be no dishes
Don’t be Christmas, mistletoe, don’t be kisses
We made a way for ourselves, we don’t need wishes, hah (I dreamed of the past)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We dug the walls behind the bodegas (And my heart was beating fast)
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me”, he’s got plenty, yeah

[Verse 3: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Walk like Brady, it gets better with time
I didn’t have to reinvent the wheel, just better design
The critics, he’s crazy, the haters, he’s off his prime (I started to lose control)
Yet always where the money is like lottery signs
I’m still climbing, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I started to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it must be time
No reward for the latter, so it must be mine (I dreamed of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, so I gotta be Shyne

[Verse 4: Kanye West & Donny Hathaway]
Properties at all levels, the mine of this monopoly (And my heart was beating fast)
‘I became a minister in my prime so I must be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house was mine
I could have bought it but I don’t like the way the kitchen is designed (I dreamed of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When dad’s not home, the family is in danger (And my heart was beating fast)

[Outro: Pusha T]
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me”, he’s got plenty, yeah

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