A cinder block I sit and stare at the homegrown girl of the year
She's mighty mighty fine like a sharp, sharp razors edge


She knows my real real name the one my mama gave to me
I think she heard it once, one time in history


Write her a note with the x o's at the end p, s, you win
If that don't work then tell my friend to tell her friend to tell a friend
Maybe hang a board real high sayin all this love is free

To bad it's a dream
So real but a dream
Should have known cause she knew my name


Pretend can feel like home
What you see ain't always fo real

If the day can pull you far
Just go along with the dreams cause dreams are made from real things
Real things


Standing high on a cinder block, got a poem to make her weak
At the bell when we all walk out I'll read loud so she can hear

So she can hear

Coming close she gives an ear, my young's words they grab her tears

I'm glad this time did worked cause my times were fallen dem

Writes her number down for me with a heart and a name to say

We walk home different ways but it feels like she's next to me
I open the paper and blink my eyes, all fives the number read
To bad it's a dream

So real but a dream
Should have known cause she knew my name


Pretend can feel like home
What you see ain't always fo real
If the day can pull you far

Just go along with the dreams cause dreams are made from real

Pretend can feel like home

Blink if you wanna leave
What you see ain't always fo real


There comes a time when you can't help it
Just relax and enjoy the day dream x2