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