Notebook Fantasy
Every time you go out to school
They make you feel like a fool today
You don't listen to the music, they do
They jumped into the boxes they made for them
And then you're doodling inside your notebook
Let your fantasies run away
Your paper is bleeding emotion
Crossing out every word that they say
'Cause they don't know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
Glass breaks easier than concrete
You gotta let them all feel the edge
Dyed your hair so many colors it's unrecognizable
You're taking chances instead
Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps
Fantasies on your sleeve
Takin' off faster than lightnin'
Making fantasy reality now
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
Now you made somethin' from nothin'
Like a rebel without a cause
Takin' off quicker than lightnin'
Making fantasy reality now
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
They gotta know, whoa, whoa
You gotta show, whoa, whoa
Now you know, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
They make you feel like a fool today
You don't listen to the music, they do
They jumped into the boxes they made for them
And then you're doodling inside your notebook
Let your fantasies run away
Your paper is bleeding emotion
Crossing out every word that they say
'Cause they don't know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
Glass breaks easier than concrete
You gotta let them all feel the edge
Dyed your hair so many colors it's unrecognizable
You're taking chances instead
Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps
Fantasies on your sleeve
Takin' off faster than lightnin'
Making fantasy reality now
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
Now you made somethin' from nothin'
Like a rebel without a cause
Takin' off quicker than lightnin'
Making fantasy reality now
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
How you go, whoa, whoa
Show, whoa, whoa
You gotta know, whoa, whoa
They gotta know, whoa, whoa
You gotta show, whoa, whoa
Now you know, whoa, whoa
Your heart of gold, whoa, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Bardo Quintero Martinez, Carlos Santana Arevalo, Eduardo Arenas, Quincy Mccrary
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