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letra de green day - nick shea

i still want to be the singer for green day
keep on dreaming, live my life in a dream state
i could see the wildest, they could say it’s childish
i’ll make my inner child rich, and we gon’ be smiling
i still want to be the singer for green day
keep on dreaming, live my life in a dream state
all my stars gonna align one time and i’m gon’ be ready
i’m already ready, i’m always ready, and i’m not pretending
dreaming and dreaming of making it mine

do you have the time to listen to me rhyme
about nothing and evеrything at all?
what do i got when everything fall?
what do i need? i answеr my call
i might go dance alone, i like to hear my voice
i’ve been dreaming of a reason since a little boy
do you have the time for coming up how to make some better days?
and how much of your time is thinking ’bout how you gonna get away?
many come and go, wonder what’s the way
i got so many visions but one of them never changed
i still want to be the singer for green day
keep on dreaming, live my life in a dream state
i could see the wildest, they could say it’s childish
i’ll make my inner child rich, and we gon’ be smiling
i still want to be the singer for green day
keep on dreaming, live my life in a dream state
all my stars gonna align one time and i’m gon’ be ready
i’m already ready, i’m always ready, and i’m not pretending
dreaming and dreaming of making it mine

where’s your dreams at b-tch? i heard you quit skating
one thing i wish you’d do is quit faking
it’s cool if you hate this, think it’s insane-ness
bumping this playlist, i hear my angels
weed out the heinous, we ’bout to bang this
y’all haters can kiss my mother-f-cking b-tt
i don’t give a what
i make out like a high key bandit
thief in the night with a ice cream sandwich
sleep with a mic cuz i might do damage
she wanna write me a note in spanish
she ain’t even spanish, so i said no
what i need is that official
a beat from me is like “oh? fosho?”
i speak to people like oprah’s show
i’m an abominable mess, i’m a phenomenal guest, i’m an incredible host
i let it all of my chest, i let it go
i’m into things like building homes
i got the blueprint, i got a new thing
when i’m on top of the world, they say “who’s he?”
i don’t puff loosies, in other words, i just don’t need the smoke
i got a hundred-a-million rhythms, they enter you soul and you float
i’m on a roll, cuz i been working on letting ’em know that

- nick shea

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