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Cause you tend to see things that you don't wanna see
Baby it's a dream, take it how you wanna, it ain't what it seems
And I knew from way back just how things would be
Cause I got a dream and I got a dollar, I'm bout to make a scene
Instead of always dwelling on the negative
I had a dream you should've been the one
That helped me fall asleep like a sedative
Saying fuck whoever is trying to come between us
Now I'm writing bout the skies like Anthony Kiedis
Cause God ain't giving back the past, you live with that
You had my heart and claimed you were sick of that
Worried about the future being grim and delivered that
Didn't deliver me though, now I'm just kicking back
And you kinda pissed with that, seeing me in the paper
I oughta backhand you, Vivis are on a raver
Cause you never gave a fuck about the shit when I was nothing down
Trying to suss me out so production thought I was fucking round
In more ways than one, up and down like the NZ dollar
Always thinking chicks trying to holler
And that I was trying to holler back
So sick of being accused so I just did
What a lot of these acts and disappeared
Cause you tend to see things that you don't wanna see
Baby it's a dream, take it how you wanna, it ain't what it seems
And I knew from way back just how things would be
Cause I got a dream and I got a dollar, I'm bout to make a scene
See we were just kids playing kicks in the ballpark
We used to argue over who's who when we saw stars
On TV screens like I'll be Jordan, you be Pippen
Snatching biscuits out the kitchen trying
To learn to figure four submission
On your little brother, as years went up in the numbers
We started relating less to one another
You could never get enough of the same shit
But can't contend for no one to know what your name is
I saw a bigger picture but as big as the frame is
I couldn't really fit the type of shit you were saying it
So you don't wanna go for yours bro, that's your decision, it's fine
But you ain't got a kind word about how I'm going for mine
The shit was blowing my mind, you saying I was throwing my time
In the trash can, that I need a CAT scan to know where my head is at
I think you lost yours bro and you can't get it back
So like a leather strap you can put it on, carry that to the grave
While I just hit em, hit, hit em with more of these plays
And bro I'm sorry to say I told you so and this song's okay
I still love you but I'm walking away for now
Cause you tend to see things that you don't wanna see
Baby it's a dream, take it how you wanna, it ain't what it seems
And I knew from way back just how things would be
Cause I got a dream and I got a dollar, I'm bout to make a scene