Once upon a time not long ago my grandmother told me one day I'd change I felt like she was coming down on me so I told her no I'd be the same Not knowing she was only trying to help motivate me to excel and climb I was thinking she was the one trapped while I was stuck in a cage of my mind Man if I would've known what I know now I would've brought my head down under the cloud Told her thank you and that I loved her but I was too cool and too damn proud What a fool I was in fact I've changed so much now looking back I wish somebody I thought was cool was as cool as she was when she told me that
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I see you the real you Trying to cover up whats inside of you But everything you do was make believe Yeah you're hot but you're too cool I see you I see you I see you
Baby girl don't know much about what it would take to become a star Hollywood is so far-fetched too long of a drive in an old car Work everyday but you barely eat going over lines from a script you read Your boyfriend says it's a silly dream but how can you dream when you never sleep You looking the mirror and you picturing a light show A glimpse in the lens of a camera behind the scenes of life is a type role Yeah you walk a thin line, but a thin line is all you need A thin line in an indy movie, just to break for somebody to see the Talent inside, the ballad of the diary you write The by and by is just another day for a normal girl but for you it's another day that you try Aside from the fact that you ride on the back of a bus sometimes cause your car won't work But maybe you should take that bus to L.A. and put your dreams first because
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Black and white, everything is black and white broke down simple and plain Most of us lost with the curious brain Curiosity is looked at as strange Stuck in that lane but you can't complain While you look at another passing train Wondering how, where is it going Wishing you were inside, packed and rolling To another place but your time is chosen To live low key cause your dream is stolen They don't understand, they believe in loathing Lounge and loafing, waiting hoping Homie if the grass is greener;look, the gate is open You waiting for God to release the ocean Sitting on the beach, 2 feet from floating
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