Now when the calendar goes 5/6 It''s time for me to blow out the candle sticks. And time for me to grow and stack more bricks. You could call me British cause I''m all about my chips. I went from six year old dreams. To fifteen year old things. Dreaming of money, but mostly love. Starting to appreciate the world. The cry of a dove and the rain from above. I feel no pain. But the loneliness is driving me insane.
I could drop the world Or I could help it through this crisis. You could believe in me Depending on your bias In my mind I''m the jet plane The flyest. I wear what my swag says I speak what my mind thinks And I drink only my own drinks. I don''t need home security Fuck brinks. I''m alone in the winter Alone in the summer. But still I dream and wonder. I might not be able to sing But I can dream Dreaming is the theme to My reality. And writing is the purpose for my sorvriety. And I''m to. Hot so the cops always tryin me. But they can''t realize I''m blinded by the light.... I can''t even see
Love is a drug to me The drug that''s my perfect variety It gets me higher then a ex pill And gives me that butterfly up feel This isnt superficial its 100% real. If you had a drag you''d know the deal. Id put your name on my heart and gladly seal.
Dreams are more real Then the world you see Because In your dreams your actually free. be who u wana be. Scope who you wana see. Grow any tree. Speak anything. That''s the life I want. And the life Id bought If I actually could I gladly would.