I like some dope *Like mad peopleYeah exactlySee it went from talking * loudThen graduating to whispersStill chilling painting pictures with the hipstersAnd since I produced the recordPlease hold while I insert a bass lineDirtier than kissing on your sisterStill clearing 30 racks, cigarettes and leather jacketsPimp coats and feather hatsLose the funk, never thatMy mother's cooking sauce, I'm more Italian than Sinatra's kidsFashion is a chore to me, I'm partying in moccasinsRocking with the scholars, doing shots up with the college kidsPlease don't try and copy me or cheatingWhile I'm proctoringPositively optimisticHopping on the opposite of every single thingThey ever told me to doSo put the hate down and watch me spaz outThe sounds that John Lennon would be proud ofPut the hate down and watch us spaz outThe sounds that John Lennon would be proud ofOh, as I take off on an airplaneI've realized the dream that I'm chasing's trueYes, I'm afraid of heightsBut I'm not afraid of heightsBut I'm not afraid to flyLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allLet me hear the dreamers, y'allFor a proper introduction, this is Keys 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 *?You're hopeless, cause his bachelor is a master when the doc spits.Work all day and lay back, collect the bills a night.We're fly enough to make the cells see us, though we're fair in heights.Waiting to blow, getting impatient, I've been chasing Mr. Myers with a knife.Flipping a script, cause I'm killing mice.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 spaz out the sounds that Curtis Blow would be proud of.So put the hate down and watch me spaz out the sounds that Curtis Blow would be proud of.Oh, as I take off on an airplane, I've realized the dream that I'm chasing's true.Yes, I'm afraid of heights.But I'm not.Afraid to fly.Let me hear the dreamers yell, let me hear the dreamers yell, let me hear the dreamers yell, let me hear the dreamers yell.Let me hear the dreamers yell!Never wake up from your dreams.Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams...Never wake up from your dreams.Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreamsNever wake up from your—Your dreams—It's the Dream Show.Never wake up from your dreams.It's the Dream Show.Never wake up from your dreams.