Lyrics What Dreams Are Made Of (feat. Joyo Velarde) - Lyrics Born

We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
6am, we ain't never going home

Blaze it up
Come on fire it up
We got the funkiest rapper alive with us
I want lots of love
I want not to judge
And if my brother fall down
I'mma prop him up
And if something from our past keep poppin' up
Remember who you are
Not what you was
I ain't trying to live my life anonymous
We want our flowers now
Not posthumous
I like my flower loud inside my blunt
Plump like the trunk on snuffalopagus
Humpin' like a hungry hippopotamus
Horny like rhinoceroses nostrils
Gimme that stuff that funky stuff
Girl, sweet and sticky like jamocha almond fudge
Down your tongue
Deep inside your lungs
I come to funk y'all face down bottoms up

We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
7am, we ain't never going home

Trilly Wonka with the golden bars
Baby head bobbin' mane
Like a quarter horse
Feel the groove down your legs like some corduroys
Po' up toast the boy with the golden voice
Keep servin' big hits not a microdose
Keep servin' them looks
Baby strike a pose
Big girl (Jump)
Get inside your clothes
Big girl (Jump)
Get inside your clothes
Watchin' that thang wiggle
It don't get old
When she stop, it keep movin'
Got a mind of its own (Oh lord)
What a sight to behold (Uhh)
Chills goin' down my spinal bones
Who got the flyest songs? (Check)
The stylish clothes? (Check)
The wildest poems?
Checks with commas and O's
I'll wait for you to reply, I suppose
Dot dot dot like the Hiero eyes and nose

We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
8am, we ain't never going home

It's deeper than music
Deeper than Atlantis
It's deeper than rap
Deeper than the sea floor
Traveled by the mantas
It's deeper than music
Deeper than Atlantis
It's deeper than rap
Deeper than the sea floor
Traveled by the mantas

Everybody everybody everybody
Get freaky on the floor
Everybody everybody everybody
Get freaky on the floor
Everybody everybody everybody
Get freaky on the floor
Everybody everybody everybody

Ha ha ha ha mighty mighty Lyrics Born
You know the voice on sight
Funkiest rapper alive
Teak The Beatsmith Hallway
You stupid for this one
I'm not even using a vocal effect
I really sound like this
Yeah

We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
That's what dreams are made of
We are shooting stars
That's what dreams are made of
6am, 7am, 8am
We ain't never going home