Big Hearts, Big Dreams

I think you know my name

I think I know that

I think I know your game

I think I know

We do what we need, get high of this weed

Then we fly over beats

We fly over seas

And you say drive slow

We say how fast can we go?

Baby, what you thinking about?

They callin' you crazy, you should have me by your side

And everybody is talkin'

Keep runnin' their mouth

You should get out tonight, get up, get high

And if anyone should ask you

I can tell them what it's all about

And I

I don't buy records, I make them

And I set records and break them

This is all a young girl know, I wonder what them other young girls know

What they know about that, 'cause I, I know all about that

Big hearts, big dreams

We are all about that

And maybe I fucked up

Yeah baby, I fucked up

But maybe you fucked up too

What the hell am I supposed to do?

So if you ever get it confused

I'm the one you should come to