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Mac Miller - Dreams V1 Lyrics

[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 tryna 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