[Hook]
Spent his whole life being too young
To live the life that's in his dreams
Now he lies awake and he wonders
Why can't that be me?
[Verse 1: O]
My name is Bobby just in case we never met before
I've wasted mad time but I won't waste a second more
See I dream and wish, I was rich, but instead I'm poor
Living in this California second floor, second door
I mailed this sh** to Dre that I honestly think is bomb
But he still ain't respond, maybe it's the CD-Rom?
I could be right or wrong, I think it's this type of song
See I feel as if I'm someone else as soon as the mic goes on
It's California love and my words are the formula
Because Hip-Hop is my baby it's crazy I'm falling more in love
Now in the mornin' before I start with the yawnin'
From all this f**ing recordin' my grill gets hotter than Foreman does
And all I get paid is minimum wage
So I release all of these problems through a pen and a page
Then I see stars on the television, like look what the hell I'm missin'
But with the way the game is, I probably won't sell if they listen
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I still ain't heard a word from Mr. Dr. Dre
I mailed him yesterday but I should give another shot today
I mailed him an album that I don't think he got to play
I'll mail it again because there's things I forgot to say
It's like everyday is a day without rest, obsessed
Days without cess is just days that I'm stressed, depressed
Maybe I'm blessed but hey nobody knows
Social phobia hides me in places ain't nobody goes
And I ain't getting sleep, knowing in this house I ain't got sh** to eat
The mystery is how I pay the rent when I just missed a week
My boss is pissed at me, one f** up and you're history
My shifts at three, woke up and the clock it said two fifty three
Give me a mic, a few devices to write, and I can recite you
The type of life you would normally like
Ayyo I'm more than just tight, this is what I'm normally like
Sitting by the phone hoping Dre will call me tonight
[Hook x2]