For the Dreamers Jon Bellion (Ft. B.Keyz)

[Intro: Jon Bellion]
Like some dope shit, ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da
Like mad people, is it ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da?
Yeah, exactly, exactly
Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da
Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da
Ohh-la-da-da-da-da-da
Ohh

[Verse 1: Jon Bellion]
Yeah, see, it went from talking shit loud
Then graduating to whispers
Still chilling painting pictures with the hipsters
And since I produced the record, please hold while I insert
A bassline dirtier than kissing on your sister (Ew)
Still clearing 30 racks, cigarettes, and leather jackets
Pimp coats, and feathered hats
Lose the phone, never that
My mother's cooking sauce
I'm more Italian than Sinatra's kids
Fashion is a chore to me, I'm partying in moccasins
Rocking with the scholars, doing shots up with the college kids
Please don't try and copy me, you're cheating while I'm proctoring
Positively optimistic, hopping on the opposite
Of every single thing they ever told me to do
So put the hate down and watch me spazz out
To sounds that John Lennon would be proud of
Put the hate down and watch us spazz out
To sounds that John Lennon would be proud