Dreams
And no I’m not crazy
Maybe a little tipsy but nothing close to sober
It still doesn’t mean I’m crazy for wanting the best range rover
You might be laughing like I cracked a bad joke
Or insinuating that I had a bit of that cheap coke
But trust me, I’m not crazy.
Hearing my dreams and aspirations, it might sound like I’m on a wild goose chase
Because you underestimate my speed but trust me I’m up for the race
Although she says ‘NO’ now because I don’t meet her expectations,
In a few years time, the boy she dumped would be the center of admiration.
I guess it’s time t wake up now, oh ****, it was just a dream
But I’ll still get out of my room with that beam
Like the lead actor in a James bond film.
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