Dreamin Of The Past (Explicit) - Pusha T/Ye

Lyrics by：Kanye West/Terrence Thornton/John Lennon

Composed by：Kanye West/Terrence Thornton/John Lennon

Pusha T/Donny Hathaway：

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 it's so many yeah

They say "Gimme he got plenty yeah"

Bruh you n***as ain't flexin' you crampin'

My weight keepin' n***as on the bikes like Amblin

Weight loss rent loss scramblin'

I began to lose control

Now pass the champagne to the champion

My n***as get money get money get money like Ye samplin'

I began to lose control

Gun stutter make the drum line like Grambling

MGM gamblin' blew a small mansion

I was dreamin' of the past

Annoyed 'cause this b***h callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"

F**k who you stampin' them n***as 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 b***hes could rob me

I was dreamin' of the past

It's levels it's layers so pray for the players uh

Clip 'em baby if he flinch at the price of Bottega uh

And my heart was beatin' fast

I got plenty it's so many yeah

They say "Gimme" he got plenty yeah

Bruh you n***as ain't drip you dryin'

Kevlar in his Balenciaga jacket linin'

You and your b***h income combinin'

I began to lose control

I'm sending' Lorraine Schwartz diamond minin'

Find 'em I came up with Enzo drifters

I began to lose control

So you gotta 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 d**e through in your sister

And my heart was beatin' fast

We won 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 hah

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

And my heart was beatin' fast

I got plenty it's so many yeah

They say "Gimme" he got plenty 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 haters he's outta his prime

I began to lose control

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

Kanye West/Donny Hathaway：

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 would be mine

Coulda bought it but I ain't like the way the kitchen design

I was dreamin' of the past

Born in the manger the son of a stranger

When daddy's not home the family's in danger

And my heart was beatin' fast

Pusha T：

I got plenty it's so many yeah

They say "Gimme" he got plenty yeah