Verse 1:

Born with a little bronze spoon in my mouth

Mama’s clout gotta a little green house

And ever since then I would sprout, to clouds

Running miles, square roots

See beginning dreams route

Middle school scheming, plot for my life

Lit class was the place I would jot it all down

Nerdy black boy getting bank in my journal

Hoping that these lines making bread even now

Nice job, big yard with a bigger crib

Black Audi 8 with the tinted rims

Slick scene only scratching the dividends

And that’s all for a place that we visiting (whoa)

Fights with the fam, wifey is sightseeing France

Nights be a height via glance

Quite thee advance

Might see a swipe, tee a grand

Icy as IKEA brand

Credit is glowing with 8 and 0s

Sallie Mae paid up and nothing owed

Always in peace cause you know the code

Drama is weak we avoid the shows

All my friends beaming, everyone working and eating

Enemies suddenly leaving

Everyday feel like a weekend

Wake me up, I must be sleeping

Gotta be sleeping, gotta be

Hook:

Wouldn’t it be nice?

Yeah, keep dreaming

(*3)

Wouldn’t it be nice

Wouldn’t it be nice

Keep dreaming

Verse 2 (Crosby):

Hook

Verse 3:

Aside from the road, I wanna, I’m gonna know

Is there really sky for the growth

Eye in the scope, time never stifle the hope

Never wanna die in the lows

Soul is priceless, Titan, I can fight them

Glow is bright and, hyphen life is thriving

Goal to heighten, I been, climbing vices

No horizon, frightening, Knight & lion

Gotta be content though

With a drive, cover ground like a Flintstone

Inner mind, past tense cause he been gone

Given shine kill the pride, cause it build slow

I thank God cause I got my friends, I got fam to hold me

Down to learn, I’m down to hurt, its molds me

Into more, my core desires gold

The purest form is what I want to know

Wouldn’t it be nice?