Wouldn’t It Be Nice

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?