Fantasy

Fantasy is all I have

Pancakes, once a week

While I write, fan fakes

Fans fake, their love 

For me its alright, coz it takes

The fan to see the real me

Yea

A fantasy I can’t keep

Nah

So please would you 

Serve me, pancakes 

Once a week and when 

I leave, I know i won't ever see

You in these cold streets

But I really hope

Ya’ll know that

I need Just a lil more

To see what I been tokin

I need some oxytocin

But one more thought of you

And i’ll be overdosin

Close the curtain

Shut the door In my face

Hope it never open

Yea! and I dunno but

Maybe

I’ll see you tomorrow 

This time

Or Maybe 

I can’t get outta

My mind

So Baby

I hope you won't mind

If i fantasize

I can’t ask for her number

Its stuck under my tongue 

Like a tab I’m runnin’ up under Some delusion that

I’m anything 

Other, than a customer 

I know its just a crush Zara 

But you dunno what this means I’m a crushed loner

And I don’t trust no one

She’s just one of

A long line of girls

I never get close to

I rarely know

If they’re attracted 

I can’t read body language

She’s from somewhere

Way down south on the atlas 

I’m from a whole other planet

Yea, where the only language is Sadness

But i’ll jus be glad that

I got to see you once a weekend Though we never got to Speakin’ Tammy

I can dream that maybe

Yea maybe

Maybe

I’ll see you tomorrow 

This time

Or Maybe

I can’t get outta

My mind

So Baby, 

I hope you won't mind

If i fantasize