متن و پخش آهنگ Dreamin Of The Past (feat. Kanye West) از Kanye West

متن کامل ترانه Dreamin Of The Past (feat. Kanye West) با صدای Kanye West

(I was dreamin' of the past) It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast) I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin' My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' (I began to lose control) Now pass the champagne to the champion My niggas get money, get money, get money (I began to lose control) Like Ye samplin' Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion (I was dreamin' of the past) Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven" Fuck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins (and my heart was beatin' fast) Not me, they censor and block me You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past) It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players Clip 'em, baby If he flinch at the price of Bottega, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast) I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Bruh, you niggas ain't drip, you dryin' Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin' You and your bitch income combinin' (I began to lose control) I'm sendin' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin' Find 'em, I came up with Enzo drifters (I began to lose control) So you gots to understand there's a difference There's window stickers and window lickers (I was dreamin' of the past) You know the type, always tryna get in your picture I was tryna get the dope through in your sister (and my heart was beatin' fast) We weren't baggin' up the work, wouldn't be no dishes Be no Christmas, mistletoe, be no kisses Made a way for ourselves, we ain't need no wishes, ha (I was dreamin' of the past) It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players, uh We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (and my heart was beatin' fast) I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah (yeah) Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design Critics, "He's out of his mind" (I began to lose control) Haters, "He's out of his prime" Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control) I was bored by these albums, so it gotta be time No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin' of the past) Huff and puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine (and my heart was beatin' fast) 'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house'd be mine Could've bought it But I ain't like the way the kitchen designed (I was dreamin' of the past) Born in a manger, the son of a stranger When daddy's not home, the family's in danger (and my heart was beatin' fast) I got plenty (I got plenty) It's so many, yeah (so many, yeah) They say, "Gimme (they say gimme) He got plenty, yeah" (yeah)