PEABOD, Jacob Weaver - Dreamin’ lyrics

Yeah uh
Yeah

I remember when we could
Be ignorant to urgency
'Cause back then Pokemon cards
Were the currency at 8 years old
The word "old" meant like 23
And that seemed far away so
The future never worried me
We were just kids with GameBoys in backpacks
Spending our time with Hot
Wheels and hacky sacks
Those were goods days in between VHS stacks
Sometimes I wanna go back
Growing up was never part of the plan but
Before I knew it the process began
Now here I am years later tryna understand
'Cause life looks different to a
Boy than a man as a kid I thought someday
I'll be an astronaut maybe a superstar or
Superhero fighting robots
Perception was reality so I
Called all the shots
I had a world in my thoughts
'Cause I was just dreamin' yeah
Uh, see I was just dreamin'

Cruising down the street yelling "look ma
No hands" me and the neighborhood kids
Wearing off brand t-shirts and tennis shoes
Playing in garage bands
Leaning on those kick stands
Happiness was in a juice box, pet rocks
Knock-knocks and bicycles
Hop-scotch, flip-flops
Ring pops and popsicles
Thinking I was rich 'cause I had
5 dimes and 3 nickles
Forget living large it was good living little
Now I sleep a little less and work a 9 to 5
Traded in my faded jeans
For button-ups and ties
I gotta say the real world
Caught me by surprise
'Cause when you graduate you have
To navigate the lies
Like "settle for a job where you
Can make the most green"
"Your career is everything
It's your identity"
But the kid inside of me
Ain't buying those schemes
I'm older now but I'm still me
So I'ma keep dreamin'

Yeah yeah I'ma keep dreamin'

Yeah, dorm recording with the door shut
Far from home, in Seattle with the cord cut
People telling me I gotta generate buzz
But I won't ever have the
Stomach to develop guts
So you're saying I won't ever draw crowds?
Got my head down on the desk
With some crayons drawing clouds
And a stick figure picture
Labeled Jacob the King
With a little yellow crown and a big old ring
What do you think that I am
An egotistical guy?
Man, I ain't tasted any Eggo
Since the gluten-free diet
I ain't dealing with your feelings man
I severed the tie
You're not a family guy but
You a critic like Brian
And I'm a broke college rapper
Tryna open the vents
I just want some room to breathe
And maybe do some events
Everybody looking at me
School is asking for rent
I can't pay off all the
Damages but here's two cents, Yeah

Yeah, yeah, I'ma keep dreamin'

Don't get caught up in the high
Never tell your dream goodbye
Don't get caught up in the high
I'ma live the dreamer life
Don't get caught up in the high
Never tell your dream goodbye
Don't get caught up in the high
I'ma live the dreamer life