Dreams
Let me dream, cuz I don't wanna wake up
Let me scream, I really wanna grow up
Let me dream, cuz I don't wanna wake up
Let me scream, I really wanna grow up
You'll turn on the TV and you will see my face
On a soccer field running into space
Carrying the champions league trophy with grace
I'll have the ballon d'or chilling at my place
All my friends will be with me
FM, AK, MR, and AD
We'll be at the top
Cuz we will never stop
Yeah we'll be millionaires we'll be draftees
The NBA ain't ready for my talents
I'm not sure if I'll pick San Fran or Dallas
What am I gonna do with all that money in my balance
I'm pretty sure with my life I'll keep a good balance
So what do I need, to make it complete
My vision's concrete, don't try to compete
But ones thing's missing, my parents blessing
But what do they know they ignore the vision
It's still too early yeah I got the time
I won't be wondering why did the days fly by
You can call me Shaq
Cuz the rack I will attack
I ain't never gonna slack
Chips I will bring back
While looking like a snack
I don't mean to brag
But I know when I grow up for sure I will be stacked
I'll be on a formula course doing laps
Or on mount Everest taking snaps
I'll be a doctor and heal the world from all this crap
I'll do it all without even taking naps
Man I can't wait it's gonna be so fun
I can't wait, it's gonna be so fun
We'll look back at where we came from
We'll be so happy that we were born
We'll dread the day we'll be gone
And when it's all said and done
About us they'll make a 3, 2, 1, action
Let me scream, I really wanna grow up
Let me dream, cuz I don't wanna wake up
Let me scream, I really wanna grow up
You'll turn on the TV and you will see my face
On a soccer field running into space
Carrying the champions league trophy with grace
I'll have the ballon d'or chilling at my place
All my friends will be with me
FM, AK, MR, and AD
We'll be at the top
Cuz we will never stop
Yeah we'll be millionaires we'll be draftees
The NBA ain't ready for my talents
I'm not sure if I'll pick San Fran or Dallas
What am I gonna do with all that money in my balance
I'm pretty sure with my life I'll keep a good balance
So what do I need, to make it complete
My vision's concrete, don't try to compete
But ones thing's missing, my parents blessing
But what do they know they ignore the vision
It's still too early yeah I got the time
I won't be wondering why did the days fly by
You can call me Shaq
Cuz the rack I will attack
I ain't never gonna slack
Chips I will bring back
While looking like a snack
I don't mean to brag
But I know when I grow up for sure I will be stacked
I'll be on a formula course doing laps
Or on mount Everest taking snaps
I'll be a doctor and heal the world from all this crap
I'll do it all without even taking naps
Man I can't wait it's gonna be so fun
I can't wait, it's gonna be so fun
We'll look back at where we came from
We'll be so happy that we were born
We'll dread the day we'll be gone
And when it's all said and done
About us they'll make a 3, 2, 1, action
Credits
Writer(s): Mouad Aboussekhra
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