Jon Bellion - For The Dreamers lyrics

[Intro: Jon Bellion] Like some dope sh**, 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 sh** loud Then graduating to whispers Still chilling painting pictures with the hipsters And since I produced the record, please hold while I insert A ba**line 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, then we 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 me spazz out To sounds that Jon Lennon would be proud [Chorus: Jon Bellion] Oh, as I take off on an airplane I realize the dream that I’m chasing is true Yes, I’m afraid of heights, but I’m not afraid to fly [Post-Chorus] Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da [Verse 2: Blaque Keyz] Yeah, for a proper introduction This is Keyz without the locksmith A new year, I’m tired of rapping on that nonchalant tip You scholars think you can roast my a**ociate with hot sh**? You’re hopeless, ’cause this bachelor is a master when a doc spits Work all day and lay back collecting bills at night We’re fly enough to make the sell see us, still we’re fearing heights Waiting to blow, getting impatient I’ve been chasing Mr. Myers with a knife Flipping the script because I’m k**ing mics My entourage is a bunch of guys who walk around Mauling over moms in every mall with their sharpened claws Not talking Santa or a certain type of grammar I’m a standout, not handing handouts to all your open paws So put the hate down and watch me spazz out To sounds that Kurtis Blow would be proud of Put the hate down and watch me spazz out To sounds that Kurtis Blow would be proud [Chorus: Jon Bellion] Oh, as I take off on an airplane I realize the dream that I’m chasing is true Yes, I’m afraid of heights, but I’m not afraid to fly [Post-Chorus] Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da Let me hear the dreamers, yo Ohh la da da da da da [Outro] Never wake up from your dreams Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah Never wake up from your dreams Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah Never wake up from your dreams Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah Never wake up from your dreams Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, your dreams, yeah Never wake up from your dreams