I would like to be famous one day, but it probably won't happen, the odds of me living like that are getting tangled in with the Milky Way.
Of course with my ability to play music and ability to be clever in tight situations will do me some good, but it won’t keep me from being shot in the hood.
And hey, it's not like that will show up on my resume.
Now I'll grow up with all of my friends in mind, with all your voices ringing in my head, and a bible somewhere in my back pack. But I'm gonna cling to the mindset that I’ll rule the world one day.
I will rule from the back of my Previa.
I'll strum my guitar and play my piano on the weekends and teach people how to blow up during the week.
I’ll be at my peak.
As for being lonely, I don't need a husband; I just need a hand to hold when I don't feel like being bold.
I'll cut my own hair, with a knife or a sword like I saw in a movie once.
I'll keep my face clean and my body will kept.
I'll even join a gym to burn off the calories from swallowing my pride.
With nothing but a banjo to my name, I'll be happy, and have no one to blame.
I love people and I love smelling nice…
I’ll miss smelling nice.
I'll live on the beach no cell phone in sight and wash my hair in a pool, and I'll lie out in the park on summer nights when it's cool. I'll memories your number and find some spare change so I can call you when it all gets too out of range.
It’s not that I'm not lovely I know that much, it's just that I'm not loved. I'm just a smelly hobo who's friends with the homos.
You’d love me anyway I'm sure because that's who you are; it’s in your name.
this is my fear to life without comfort.
But like my dad told me; "I'm a good kid," I was raised right and strong.
I know how to run and I know how to throw a punch, I know how to write and I know how to grow, I know how to paint, and how to convert fractions, and what whales eat; krill, and I know what makes the sky blue and the trees green.
Remember when I asked you that? You said it was because of chlorophyll.
I love my guitar, my piano, my boots, and my drawings.
But I will be secure, so I will work hard and act strong, because I want to live right and be anything but wrong.
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Of course with my ability to play music and ability to be clever in tight situations will do me some good, but it won’t keep me from being shot in the hood.
And hey, it's not like that will show up on my resume.
Now I'll grow up with all of my friends in mind, with all your voices ringing in my head, and a bible somewhere in my back pack. But I'm gonna cling to the mindset that I’ll rule the world one day.
I will rule from the back of my Previa.
I'll strum my guitar and play my piano on the weekends and teach people how to blow up during the week.
I’ll be at my peak.
As for being lonely, I don't need a husband; I just need a hand to hold when I don't feel like being bold.
I'll cut my own hair, with a knife or a sword like I saw in a movie once.
I'll keep my face clean and my body will kept.
I'll even join a gym to burn off the calories from swallowing my pride.
With nothing but a banjo to my name, I'll be happy, and have no one to blame.
I love people and I love smelling nice…
I’ll miss smelling nice.
I'll live on the beach no cell phone in sight and wash my hair in a pool, and I'll lie out in the park on summer nights when it's cool. I'll memories your number and find some spare change so I can call you when it all gets too out of range.
It’s not that I'm not lovely I know that much, it's just that I'm not loved. I'm just a smelly hobo who's friends with the homos.
You’d love me anyway I'm sure because that's who you are; it’s in your name.
this is my fear to life without comfort.
But like my dad told me; "I'm a good kid," I was raised right and strong.
I know how to run and I know how to throw a punch, I know how to write and I know how to grow, I know how to paint, and how to convert fractions, and what whales eat; krill, and I know what makes the sky blue and the trees green.
Remember when I asked you that? You said it was because of chlorophyll.
I love my guitar, my piano, my boots, and my drawings.
But I will be secure, so I will work hard and act strong, because I want to live right and be anything but wrong.
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