Lyrics Dreamers - Kway

Thank God for the dreamers
Thank God for the message
Thank God for the pressures
Thank God for depression
Thank God for adolescence
That shit has made me who I am
I'm proud to say that I'm a blessing
Thank God for the stresses
Thank God for good measures
Thank God for the lessons
Thank God for the dreamers

My thoughts are lucid
Blessed with a flow that is so confusing
I know I got a gift with the words
Both a gift and a curse
Don't trip I can make you lose it
I'm using it for good so I won't I misuse it
I can be sweet that's why they call me cupid
I could sweep your girl off her feet
Have her down to my knees
So sweet
How she like my juices
A matter of fact it's drippin' down to my swag
Kente Na jiggy with the backpack
Cold supermalt in my hand
Plantain chips
Brother you can call me the lad
I need that sweet sweet, that gushy stuff
Tell a b back it till I say that's enough
I'm so wicked
Maybe I'm trippin'
I'll have a girl clench her toes
By the A I'll be ghost like magicians

I know you want what I got let's be honest
I'm in your dreams like a plant girl I promise
I know you want this aye
I know you need this
I promise
I'll grant it aye
Gotta believe it aye

Thank God for the dreamers
Thank God for the message
Thank God for the pressures
Thank God for depression
Thank God for adolescence
That shit has made me who I am
I'm proud to say that I'm a blessing
Thank God for the stresses
Thank God for good measures
Thank God for the lessons
Thank God for the dreamers