[Intro: Kanye West & Ant Clemons]
All dreams real, all dreams real
My boy text me, he told me, "Dream big"
Like the cars that we own now, 'member we used to lease it
Now we undefeated, look at what the team did
[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
All dreams are real
All dreams, real (Real)
All dreams, real
All dreams, real, real
[Verse 1: Ant Clemons]
Spirit of Coltrane with us
Old slang, you know the old sayin'
Ho's saying, "He sold out," out the stores, mane
I like soul beats and pj's, I'm so plain
Opps crowded around my house like I was Houssein
Came and grabbed me out my house like I was insane
Doc sayin', "There's somethin' wrong with his membrane"
I've been sufferin' from lack of sleep, bitch, I been drained
Gotta high type of tolerance for that type of pain
Pour some, I wan' go numb 'till it's okay
Here we go, I'm off the drink and now we in things
We was lowkey, heard you wanted to avenge things
We approached, we ain't gon' make it 'till the endgame
Guess that's just what he got to do to get the rent paid
I ain't gon' hate on no man to get a bill paid
Bills ain't the real pain, the real pain is real pain
Your self-hate, self-doubtin', fake love
But
All dreams real, all dreams real
My boy text me, he told me, "Dream big"
Like the cars that we own now, 'member we used to lease it
Now we undefeated, look at what the team did
[Chorus: Ant Clemons]
All dreams are real
All dreams, real (Real)
All dreams, real
All dreams, real, real
[Verse 1: Ant Clemons]
Spirit of Coltrane with us
Old slang, you know the old sayin'
Ho's saying, "He sold out," out the stores, mane
I like soul beats and pj's, I'm so plain
Opps crowded around my house like I was Houssein
Came and grabbed me out my house like I was insane
Doc sayin', "There's somethin' wrong with his membrane"
I've been sufferin' from lack of sleep, bitch, I been drained
Gotta high type of tolerance for that type of pain
Pour some, I wan' go numb 'till it's okay
Here we go, I'm off the drink and now we in things
We was lowkey, heard you wanted to avenge things
We approached, we ain't gon' make it 'till the endgame
Guess that's just what he got to do to get the rent paid
I ain't gon' hate on no man to get a bill paid
Bills ain't the real pain, the real pain is real pain
Your self-hate, self-doubtin', fake love
But
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