Mac Miller — Dreams

[Intro: Pharrell Williams] Skateboard [Verse 1: Pharrell Williams] I used to dream about Vegas (Uh), pourin' cream for the ladies (Yeah) Coke err'where just like it was the '80s, fast forward, crazy (Uh) BBC jeans futuristic like Darth Vader babies (Uh) Sharp like a lightsaber swung by Luke And that Comme des Garçons make your girl wanna puke 'Cause she with you (Bruh), and not with the dude Sticky situation 'cause her eyes are glued She admire my fire and the way I pitch her deals She hungry for my time (Huh, what?), Richard Mille (Yeah) Easy, homeboy, fast moves will get you killed (Yeah) Think that nigga there for nothin'? (Get for real, get for real) Don't get it twisted 'cause I smell like Teen Spirit You know what that cost, don't lean near it (Move, nigga) You could have it all, nigga, just like Adele But you gotta stop actin' like you snort what you sell (Ha) Imagination can turn shit stains to big things Even big planes, but first you gotta spit game Stop talkin' 'bout your old dollars and make some new sense (Yes) Quit bein' a nuisance, where's your blueprint? (Where ya blueprint, nigga?) [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Mac Miller] (Huh) Dreams do the body good Stop standin' around, y'all could do it too (You heard me), yes Dreams do the body good (I hope y'all feel this out there) A little creativity (Uh) 'Cause ain't nothin' else that I would ever be (Haha) Skateboard (You feel me?) Metatron A.K.A. golden [?] (Dreams do the body good, yes) (Let me hit 'em) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] Hey, hey It all started with a attic, a copy of Illmatic I had it before the cash and the model bitches and actresses Ass and tits, all this ass and tits Got me trippin' like a set of Louis bags and shit This sound like brand new diamonds, gettin' on planes You let these girls fool you, you Ichabod Crane Listen ma, no, you ain't in Kansas, this ain't Wichita Twist a lot, now you see, me now you don't, sick mirage They told me, "Get a job," now I got a big garage Filled with cars, see? This what you get when you stay workin' hard This don't come easily, Buddha on my chain Tell ya, "'Kuna to matata," no worries, simple and plain When I pictured what it is, well, shit isn't the same Got some women who complain, makin' me go insane I'm livin' better than I ever imagined But the way some people fake it's like competitive actin' I used to never have a clue, but Now me and money gettin' closer than a crew cut New shoes don't make a man But they always make him feel like a hunnid grand Yeah, uh-huh [Chorus: Pharrell Williams, Mac Miller, Both] (Huh) Dreams do the body good Stop standin' around, y'all could do it too (You heard me), yes Dreams do the body good (I hope y'all feel this out there) A little creativity (Uh) 'Cause ain't nothin' else that I would ever be (Haha) Skateboard (Hell nah) Metatron A.K.A. golden [?] (Dreams do the body good, yes) Uh Mac Mill, hit 'em [Verse 3: Mac Miller] I'm still Rosé sippin', cold train listenin' Hunnid ho ho train, they cocaine sniffin' Girl I'm trya marry but we a little young now Take some molly, roll and keep on smokin' 'til we come down This ain't drug style, it's all about the love now Me and P the drum line, one bear, one sound So put them guns down, chill for a while Besides, them clothes you got on is killin' your style, haha You don't need to take a picture to smile Shawty take a break from dancin', come and sit for a while Ya dig? [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Mac Miller] (Huh) Dreams do the body good (Dreams do the body good) Stop standin' around, y'all could do it too (You heard me), yes Dreams do the body good (Dreams do the body good, haha) (I hope y'all feel this out there) A little creativity (Uh) 'Cause ain't nothin' else that I would ever be (Haha, nah) Skateboard (You feel me?) Metatron A.K.A. golden [?] (Dreams do the body good, yes) Alright, stop Mac Mill, hit 'em Everybody go [Outro: Mac Miller] Ah yeah, man This that shit you didn't think you would hear But I'm sure you happy you did, cheah Ah, it's fuckin' 'em up Alright, we can stop it in three, two, one Biotch