All I've Ever Dreamed Of

[Intro: Robin Thicke] Oh, it’s all I ever dreamed of It’s all I ever dreamed Oh, it’s all I ever dreamed of It’s all I ever dreamed [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] I was over played like Mike Jackson hits I swear them Growing Pains was Alan Thicke Now we’re crying less and we’re smiling High off life and we wilding I just pray that I don’t OD before the league, Len Bias Sending thank you's to my old teachers Who told me I was dreaming Cause now I’m in the Aston Martin Luther King, speeding And the bad bitch, my cargo I’m so fueled, that’s our code By the niggas who trying to stop Argo Now we’re American Idols like a FOX show I remember waiting all in line, in line Now the legends ask me can I make time, make time So you should look up, be proud of this nigga Pop your face, just smile for a nigga For the people that used to front Middle fingers up, fuck you very much [Hook: Robin Thicke] Oh, it’s all I ever dreamed of It’s all I ever dreamed Oh, it’s all I ever dreamed of It’s all I ever dreamed It’s all I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, it’s all I ever dreamed [Verse 2: Price Tag] I remember having a dream with the world in my palm Now I just copped a new crib, gave the keys to my mom Since I signed with John Janick, yeah, I think I’m Lebron Think I’m Bin Laden, that mean I think I’m the bomb 'We'd never make it here', that’s what they told us Now we’re burning cause we earn it, so what? Club full of white girls with no butt They wanna smoke, I told her "Marilyn Monroe/roll up" For a nigga who ain’t never had nothing Who came up from the bottom and made it to the top To a nigga getting ends No rims on a Benz, rich nigga could you stop? Now we getting cake, Anna Mae We getting cake, Anna Mae Them cold nights we used to pray Now it’s cold ice, open up the Ace [Hook] [Verse 3: Oktane] I heard a gang of niggas got fired, Wayne about to retire And on everybody’s top five, Oktane getting higher I do it one time for my haters, and ya'll know who you are These niggas hating my guts Cause I got mine customized in my car, let’s go Now Hit-Boy said it best, "We're just all young and excited" With the cripple women you would kill for just dying to be invited Then they want us, we don’t need them You never did this, don’t believe them Put your cellphone on that table And keep your hands where I can see them, girl They lying if they say this party ain’t everything that it seems Making music that we love, laying on top of the girl of your dreams I just hit her door, I knock-knock Make her hit the floor, then stop, drop Now your favorite model, I got screaming [Hook] [Bridge: K. Roosevelt] We get it, get it, get it, get it, my nigga Cause we live it, live it, live it, live it, live it We’re gonna get it, get it, get it, get it, my nigga Cause we live it, live it, live it, live it, live it It’s all I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, all I ever dreamed All I ever, all I ever dreamed