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berais - i'm dreaming كلمات أغنية

[intro: shekinah glory ministry & brother tom sos]
will your spirit still say yes?
there is more that i require of thee
griselda (uh, uh)
by fashion rebels (listen, hm)

[verse 1: brother tom sos]
this sh_t feel like, pinch me, i’m dreamin’
n_ggas my sons, temper tantrums, they kickin’ and screamin’
marvin gaye senior, hand on the drum, just give me a reason (brr)
what’s goin’ on? these n_ggas done, we in a new season (bop, bop, bop, bop)
all them n_ggas is sugarcoated, i’m winter, it’s freezin’
been on this journey for way too long, i’ma keep on believin’
i’m true and livin’, mirror allah, you see me, you see him
i’m thinkin’ benjamins, grants, and jacksons, i need it per diem, uh
i brought revival, you don’t rock how i rocked (woo)
baggеd the b_tch right off the runway, you don’t shop how i shop (woo)
and chayefsky hеad_to_toe, from the bottom and the top (woo)
is where i’m goin’, on my soul, the new face of hip_hop
it look like stéphanie amon, i build culture, f_ck your content
i ain’t made for tiktok, only built for cuban links (woo)
and vacheron wrist watches, i’m nowhere near clockin’ out (woo)
if you think the n_gga finished, it’s only a pitstop (check)

[chorus: brother tom sos]
pinch me, i’m dreamin’
double r under the stars
mm, i’m dreamin’
pillow talk ain’t stoppin’ nothin’
mm, i’m dreamin’
keep sleepin’ if you want
mm, i’m dreamin’
[verse 2: westside gunn]
i gave the streets dope (woo), i gave the streets hope (woo)
never seen diesel’s, slacks or bespoke (mm)
still blow your head off, but i push peace, though (boom, boom, boom, boom)
fashion week, ’bout six seats from nigo (ah)
where i’m from, you gotta duck from bullets and rico (grrt)
stars seem so far away, but we reach, though (ah)
allah, just let me take care of my people
rick got the zippers all over my peacoat (woo)
n_ggas on the yard, creased 10s or the g_shock
you can never f_ck with me ever, so please stop (nuh_uh)
i can wear celine for a month off of re_rock (mm)
my shooter hopped out the flying spur in a hijab (grrt)
we was in the mess hall, plottin’ and crunchin’ numbers, colombian plugs
we shared hugs like we loved each other (woo)
hit him in his head close_up like it’s personal (boom, boom, boom, boom)

- berais

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