A cinder block I sit and stare at the homegrown girl of the year She's mighty mighty fine like a sharp, sharp razors edge She knows my real real name the one my mama gave to me I think she heard it once, one time in history Write her a note with the x o's at the end p, s, you win If that don't work then tell my friend to tell her friend to tell a friend Maybe hang a board real high sayin all this love is free To bad it's a dream So real but a dream Should have known cause she knew my name Pretend can feel like home What you see ain't always fo real If the day can pull you far Just go along with the dreams cause dreams are made from real things Real things Standing high on a cinder block, got a poem to make her weak At the bell when we all walk out I'll read loud so she can hear So she can hear Coming close she gives an ear, my young's words they grab her tears I'm glad this time did worked cause my times were fallen dem Writes her number down for me with a heart and a name to say We walk home different ways but it feels like she's next to me I open the paper and blink my eyes, all fives the number read To bad it's a dream So real but a dream Should have known cause she knew my name Pretend can feel like home What you see ain't always fo real If the day can pull you far Just go along with the dreams cause dreams are made from real Pretend can feel like home Blink if you wanna leave What you see ain't always fo real There comes a time when you can't help it Just relax and enjoy the day dream x2 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com