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Dreams
Hip-Hop/Rap
Dreams was released on May 20, 2019 by Wave Theory/Claymore Industries as a part of the album Mass Effects
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Release DateMay 20, 2019
LabelWave Theory/Claymore Industries
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claymore
Claymore
Background Vocals, Lead Vocals, Vocals, Programming
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Composer
Clayton Jones
Clayton Jones
Songwriter
Mike O'Halloran
Mike O'Halloran
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claymore
Claymore
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Vocal Recording Engineer, Recording Engineer
Mike Mass
Mike Mass
Producer

Lyrics

(intro: Claymore)
I don’t really dream no more, man
Nah
Yo, uh
(verse 1: Claymore)
I was born 10 pounds and 15 ounces of joy
Ever since I was a young’n, man, they doubted ya boy
I was jealous of the fellas wit’ a mountain of toys
And a closet fulla gear and plus a wallet fulla duckets//
Kept on dreaming like I’m Joseph, move like Moses, lift my people up
Scheme about that dough till life is sweeter than a Reese’s cup
Till I’m chillin’ on a beach somewhere in Ibiza or sum’n, my feet is up
Sippin’ Italian vino wit’ linen trunks, don’t give a fuck//
Sights that I’ve seen and all the cries and screams
I’ve surmised that most guys don’t realise their dreams
Oftentimes, you miss things just tryna find “Miss Thing”
I wanna die rich, gleaming wit’ no diamond ring//
I took it all for granted, because I’m facing the worst
I make my mark on the planet before I’m placed in the dirt
Yo, sometimes I get lazy, but shit, I’m making it work
Yo, I just wanna be remembered when my face on a shirt//
‘Cause ain’t shit change except the date upon my calendar
A lonely gladiator always waiting on a battle, bruh
Exploding in ya atmosphere, just like the Challenger
They told me I should shoot for the stars, but this ain’t Galaga//
Feel like I’m greater, but think I’m average as fuck
And plus, I ain’t got no dough (doe), and so I’m passing the buck
Don’t think I’m asking for much, just some peace in my mind
And some asses to fuck, maybe I need some more time//
That’s why I’m Slyer than Stallone, I’m setting fire to your home
When rhyming, I be plotting my retirement alone
Well, not entirely alone, I need a dime that I can bone
In silence, but I move fast, just like I’m Sonic in the Zone//
‘Cause I dream of Green Hills up in a Chemical Plant
A **** living in the mountains where the minerals at
When I step up on the mic (Mike), Mass is critical
When I blast, it kill you, chance is little to make miracles last//
(interlude: Claymore)
Miracles? What the fuck is a miracle?
I don’t believe in that shit
(verse 2: Claymore)
Shit, it’s looking like I’m living a nightmare, an awakening dream
I tried to fake it, but it ain’t what it seems
I want my life in Living Colour without making a scene
And that’s why all my thoughts are blue and all my paper is green//
Yo, I’m sick of kissing ass, and sick of living in the past
But I did avoid prison and got dividends to last
You the rubber-band man, they stretch you thinner than elastic
It’s hard to bounce back like you be similar to plastic//
**** spend all day in glass houses getting stoned
That’s the boulder on my shoulder that I carry alone
I spent some years up in this place, realised it can’t be a home
Storing Led up in my Zeppelin, I’m “Rambl[ing] On”//
I’m imagining a world where all my **** succeed
And they ball outta control because they living they dreams
I make sure my momma stable and fulfill all her needs
And she can travel ‘round the world and take some trips overseas, ****//
Written by: Clayton Jones, Mike Mass, Mike O'Halloran
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