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(Hook) And I might be here, but it's really not me It's something going on and nobody don't see All these niggas going on, wishing all upon me I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah! I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah! I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be! (Verse) And they call her, little light skin, pretty figure nice bling, Raised by her mother, ridiculed by her white friends Attached ploids to get a night in Fucking for acceptance, shadow view through her life's lens Repelling for attention, cloudier the outer shell Had to sour smell of religion Shrouded tail of sedition auction enough for attributes Cut her hair shorter, distorted glimpse, what that would do? And her family had a back view Neglected expected to follow soon, till she packed and moved. Passive aggressive attitude, singer slash actress So attractive, you have to drool And if that confuses see her in the setting Top floor and the private party, spinning liquor on the bed. Letting her thought go, telling me a self story Like what these people do if I flew from the twelfth store? Songtexte(Hook) And I might be here, but it's really not me It's something going on and nobody don't see All these niggas going on, wishing all upon me I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah! I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah! I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be! (Verse) And told her that life is what you're making Be careful for you taking She said pretty looks became her security blanket The game could be a trip, sometimes can stumble and trip These other bitches you trip, you're busting tables that this bank wits And you're on that big bank tower bank shit People aiming to shoot when it's probably easy to bank it Pain sits in the face, it's plain anguish Try to talk about a job, but to hurt, that's a foreign language Penny for her thoughts, quarters if you're out of range Feeling out of touch, but you're out of luck if you're out of change Kinda of strange the conversation we had She said it all sparked from a conversation with dad. And I might be here, but it's really not me He said you be holding in all these feelings I see And you're struggling with your past, pretending you couldn't grasp Emotional conflicts, constrict what we had! And I know I'm not perfect, I just wanna stay friends And every man you had since then, you blame them And can't change men, she's telling herself stories Sucking this pack room, the view from the twelfth store. Aus Songtexte Mania