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