[Verse 1]
Who do you call when your dreams don't call back?
But being famous s'posed to solve that
I had to walk when they told me I'd crawl back
How hard can you fall when you never plan to fall back?
A dream differed dies and shrivels
Every dream dies a little
I lost my rainbow when my skittles fell short
Chicken Little gave me my weather report
Cause now the sky is falling
The sky is falling
Tears are falling
Eyes are bawling
These dreams on my back, I swear they weigh a ton
So I left them to dry up with raisins in the sun, one
[Break 1]
When me and Justin were in our sophomore year of high school, we were, um, approached with a proposition from one of the friends of Jay Brown, who's a huge producer at Roc-a-Fella and me and Justin were completely excited, got together all of our music, sent it into him and, so excited, he listened to the first two tracks and said "We weren't good enough." It stings when you have in your head the idea, the thought that you're inferior, that your music or whatever you put your heart into is not good enough. We revolt against that thought.This is a product of a revolution
[Verse 2]
Wake up sweating, wetting my forehead
Poor bed it just witnessed torture
He's in the bed right there
Waking up made the difference
Between a dream and a nightmare
He was rocking the crowd of a million
Now I'm staring at the ceiling
Concealing the stars
And now I'm leaking at the eyes
Wishes he could close them
And the dreams would reprise
Giving up brings dreams demise
When they leave there are no good goodbyes
You're standing where children cry
Where they scream why?
You're standing where dreams die
Who do you call when your dreams don't call back?
But being famous s'posed to solve that
I had to walk when they told me I'd crawl back
How hard can you fall when you never plan to fall back?
A dream differed dies and shrivels
Every dream dies a little
I lost my rainbow when my skittles fell short
Chicken Little gave me my weather report
Cause now the sky is falling
The sky is falling
Tears are falling
Eyes are bawling
These dreams on my back, I swear they weigh a ton
So I left them to dry up with raisins in the sun, one
[Break 1]
When me and Justin were in our sophomore year of high school, we were, um, approached with a proposition from one of the friends of Jay Brown, who's a huge producer at Roc-a-Fella and me and Justin were completely excited, got together all of our music, sent it into him and, so excited, he listened to the first two tracks and said "We weren't good enough." It stings when you have in your head the idea, the thought that you're inferior, that your music or whatever you put your heart into is not good enough. We revolt against that thought.This is a product of a revolution
[Verse 2]
Wake up sweating, wetting my forehead
Poor bed it just witnessed torture
He's in the bed right there
Waking up made the difference
Between a dream and a nightmare
He was rocking the crowd of a million
Now I'm staring at the ceiling
Concealing the stars
And now I'm leaking at the eyes
Wishes he could close them
And the dreams would reprise
Giving up brings dreams demise
When they leave there are no good goodbyes
You're standing where children cry
Where they scream why?
You're standing where dreams die
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