Isn't it ironic
We all wanna grow up and become iconic
Yet the closer we get the faster we run like sonic
Dreams just getting smaller babe don't cry on it
Move on you'll never be what you've always wanted
That's the voice in your mind tryn' put you down
Just hit the ground
Raise your head up and look around
Some have made it
So go chance it
Soon you'll wear the crown
And who ever laughed at you and brought you down
They will all look like clowns drown in the dreams
Come back alive
in your own made up life
Watch me grow
In your nights I will glow
Take my hand and you'll know
That's my hope talking
Am fighting my own self no joking
yet you find me smiling like am the king