They're young girl's dreams
 True some tote a gun and shoot a lot, help them elect stars
 But I was just rude

 Like the scary hairs are normal
 Sing me the proofs
 Delay proof

 A family fool, but it's you to lie constant and inside me
 But when I'm set in my things
 A calling stone
 Oh I feel strong luck when bound young meets the ground
 When them and I'm empty headed

 See and saw bounce me back to you
 Will you