For the Dreamers

[Intro: Jon Bellion]

Like some dope shit, ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Like mad people, is it ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da?

Yeah, exactly, exactly

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Ohh

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]

Yeah, see, it went from talking shit loud

Then graduating to whispers

Still chilling painting pictures with the hipsters

And since I produced the record, please hold while I insert

A bassline dirtier than kissing on your sister (Ew)

Still clearing 30 racks, cigarettes, and leather jackets

Pimp coats, and feathered hats

Lose the phone, never that

My mother's cooking sauce

I'm more Italian than Sinatra's kids

Fashion is a chore to me, I'm partying in moccasins

Rocking with the scholars, doing shots up with the college kids

Please don't try and copy me, you're cheating while I'm proctoring

Positively optimistic, hopping on the opposite

Of every single thing they ever told me to do

So put the hate down and watch me spazz out

To sounds that John Lennon would be proud of

Put the hate down and watch us spazz out

To sounds that John Lennon would be proud

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]

Oh, as I take off on an aeroplane

I realize the dream that I'm chasing's true

Yes, I'm afraid of heights, but I'm not afraid to fly

[Post-Chorus]

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh

[Verse 2: Blaque Keyz]

Yeah, for a proper introduction

This is Keyz without the locksmith

A new year, I'm tired of rapping on that nonchalant tip

You scholars think you can roast my associate with hot shit?

You're hopeless, 'cause this bachelor is a master when a doc spits

Work all day and lay back collecting bills at night

We're fly enough to make the sell see us, still we're fearing heights

Waiting to blow, getting impatient

I've been chasing Mr. Myers with a knife

Flipping the script because I'm killing mics

My entourage is a bunch of guys who walk around

Mauling all the moms in every mall with their sharpened claws

Not talking Santa or a certain type of grammar

I'm a standout, not handing handouts to all your open paws

So put the hate down and watch me spazz out

To sounds that Kurtis Blow would be proud of

Put the hate down and watch me spazz out

To sounds that Kurtis Blow would be proud

[Chorus: Jon Bellion]

Oh, as I take off on an aeroplane

I realize the dream that I'm chasing's true

Yes, I'm afraid of heights, but I'm not afraid to fly

[Post-Chorus]

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da

Let me hear the dreamers yell

Ohh

[Outro]

Never wake up from your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah

Never wake up from your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah

Never wake up from your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah

Never wake up from your dreams

Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah

Never wake up from your dreams