Captain Planet

Lyrics

[Intro: Kemba & Rick James] (Look at ya, look at ya) Dream, dream (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Dream, dream (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Dream, dream, dream Dream Hold up, bring that shit back now, fuck that! (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Dream, dream, dream, dream (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Dream, dream, dream (Look at—Look at—Look at—Look at—Look at—) Dream, dream, dream, dream (Look at— Look at—Look at—Look at ya—Look at—) Dream, dream, dream, uh, it go: [Verse 1: Kemba] Who's that peeping through my psyche? Who is that telling me I can't do it? You been talking falsetto highkey Now why would you think I can't prove it? The Devil don't ever take a holiday The dark won't ever take my light away My heart pump mango-cherry icy I can hear the call from a mile away (Yurr) If your Corn Pops never had a roach in it You prolly won't get it You prolly want a big house, fast cars, a garage in the city My momma dreamed I would get a job with the city 9-to-5, paychecks on time from the city MTA with the thirty-day card from the city, good! I asked my niggas when they get it, what they finna have They could only describe the middle class, they don't have [Hook: Kemba & Rick James] Dreams (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Middle class dreams (Look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look at ya, look at ya) Bitch, I got dreams (Look at— Look at—Look at—Look at—Look at—) And ain't nobody stopping me (Look at— Look at—Look at—) Once I know it's possible, highway robbery (Look at ya, look at ya) Dreams, yeah (Look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Interlude] Yo, yo, bro, can I hold like for a minute—? No, bitch [Verse 2: Kemba] Bitch, I got green all around me like Captain Planet D's all around, I guess the captain planned it You only knew my name when the cash was handed Now we side-by-side like the Trans-Atlantic, woo Mama never saved up Yale money But she did save up bail money That's if she didn't misplace the stash from the last shift 'Cause puttin' cash in the bank just feel funny I learned metaphor 'fore I know what's a credit score I'm sure that's a bar prolly never been said before Mail at my door offer me a new credit card 'Cause if you ever poor, they'll make sure you forever poor And I ain't learn nothing from moms or my pops Or from Nas or The LOX, maybe Andre or 'Pac maybe But y'all niggas withholding secrets Won't tell me how to get it, won't tell me how to keep it, just [Hook: Kemba & Rick James] Dreams (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya) I guess I'll just dream (Look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Look at ya, look at ya) Bitch, I got dreams and ain't nobody stopping me (Look at— Look at—Look at—Look at—Look at—) Once I know it's possible, highway robbery (Look at— Look at—Look at—) Dreams, uh (Look at ya, look at ya) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hold up, nah, nah, nah) I guess I got— (Bring that shit back now, fuck that) [Bridge: Kemba] Dream, dream Dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, yeah Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream, dream Dream, dream, dream— [Outro] First unheard message: You better dream yourself outside and get a job End of message