The day I started writing poetry was the same day that I met you
All the thoughts running through my head are now like a bird's eye view
The way you lifted that magazine made me feel like going to church
Walked two doors down to the barber shop and said brother man give me the works
Driven by a wild desire
Life is so surreal
I used to want an appetizer
Now I’ll spin the wheel
Broken glass raining over my head
And the getaway car is close
If I’m gonna do the things I said
I’ll need a bag of paper president ghosts
One two its all for you
Cash drawer out the door
I’ll pay you back when I’m famous
Ain’t nothing come for free
That ain’t no hyperbole
I’ll put your name on the guest list darling
Chorus
A changing wave I rode for you
But you never say merci beaucoup
So I’ll just keep on building this up and Hoping one day it will all be enough You will notice me
Will you notice me
Oooo Ooooo
One two I think I love you Dance floor out the door
What more is there to prove x2
