“Pusha T – Dreamin Of The Past Lyrics”

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players
Cut ’em, baby, if he back off at Bottega’s price, uh (And my heart was beating fast)
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me, he’s got plenty, yeah”

[Verse 2: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Bruh, you niggas don’t drip, you dry
Kevlar in its Balenciaga jacket lining
You and your bitch income combined (I started to lose control)
I send ‘Lorraine Schwartz Diamond Minin’
Find ’em, I came with Enzo dinghies (started losing control)
So you gotta understand there’s a difference
There are window stickers and window seals (I was dreaming of the past)
You know the type, I always tryna get in your picture
I was trying to smuggle the drugs, at your sister’s house (And my heart was beating fast)
We weren’t doing the work, there would be no dishes
Don’t be Christmas, mistletoe, don’t be kisses
We made a way for ourselves, we don’t need wishes, hah (I was dreaming of the past)

[Chorus: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
It’s levels, it’s layers, so pray for the players, uh
We dug the walls in the back of the bodegas, uh (And my heart was beating fast)
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me, he’s got plenty, yeah”

[Verse 3: Pusha T & Donny Hathaway]
Walk like Brady, it gets better with time
I didn’t have to reinvent the wheel, just better design
Reviews: “He’s crazy”; hateful: “He’s out of his prime” (I started losing control)
Yet always where the money is like lottery signs
I’m still climbing, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (started losing control)
I was bored by these albums so it must be time
No reward for the latter, so it must be mine (I was dreaming of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, so I gotta be Shyne

[Verse 4: Kanye West & Donny Hathaway]
Properties in all fields, this monopoly is mine (And my heart was beating fast)
‘I became a minister in my prime so I must be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house was mine
I could have bought it, but I don’t like the design of the kitchen (I was dreaming of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy’s not home, the family is in danger (And my heart was beating fast)

[Outro: Pusha T]
I’ve got plenty, it’s so, yeah
They say, “Give it to me, he’s got plenty, yeah”