My dreams are all more basic and must be addressed
They’re young girl’s dreams
True some tote a gun and shoot a lot, help them elect stars
But i was just rude
Like the scary hairs are normal
Sing me the proofs
Delay proof
A family fool, but it’s you to lie constant and inside me
But when i’m set in my things
A calling stone
Oh i feel strong luck when bound young meets the ground
When them and i’m empty headed
See and saw bounce me back to you
Will you
