Strawberry sunshine, silver fields

Hoping you’ll notice how I feel

Wishing on things that aren’t real

Hoping you’ll notice, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

 

How am I to get my hands on a unicorn

How do I start praying for miracles

I put my hands out, trying to catch the snow

An epiphany doesn’t make a song

There’s still a bridge to cross

I’m filling up my storage ‘n my phone

Filling up the clouds until they burst

Honey raindrops

Money in the bank, ah

Business in Bangkok

It’s not a hang-five, it’s a hang-up

And I’m stuck

Lost in my dreams

Chasing reality

But they never meet yuh

Still working the street, uh

Nine-to-five-security, huh

BreadMan, they know nothing about me

 

Strawberry sunshine, silver fields

Hoping you’ll notice how I feel

Wishing on things that aren’t real

Hoping you’ll notice, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

 

I wanted to take it slow

But I’m pushing a marathon

Fall asleep at 9AM

Like some kinda E-

-grade Batman wanna-be

that’s not

Forget the narrative

I was never meant to rap like this

Running on no charge

Like my no black card

Got no space, just maxing me

On no battery

And I act like no one is mad at me

When in fact I’m the biggest leech, it’s freaking Nessie

I wanted to take it slow

But I am just taking blows

Sinking and dragging, drowning them all

Taking everyone low

Well wouldn’t you know

The only thing higher than my debt is my ego

 

Strawberry sunshine, silver fields

Hoping you’ll notice how I feel

Wishing on things that aren’t real

(Wishing on things that aren’t real)

 

Shooting Stars, my whole career

Broken as the glass cage that can’t conceal

Empty white room with a green snake and silver fields

Black thundercloud that doesn’t break,

It’s a long way down to hell

I only wanted to write to Prince Charming

Beg for him to put his savior arms around me

But I lost the story, the narrative is boring

The only substance to fantasy is glory

And the only thing that I want is somebody to hold me

Lay me on a bed, golden

I never got the thing about roses

Or chocolate

Jewels, though, that’s my pocket

And one day, when I top this

Or I kiss my way out of the Lochness (darkness)

And the white room becomes a green one

and the green snake fades to octaves

So it can’t choke me even on my neck

What was I talking about again

Oh, yeah. Love

 

Strawberry sunshine, silver fields

Hoping you’ll notice how I feel

Wishing on things that aren’t real

Hoping you’ll notice, oh-oh, oh-oh

 

Strawberry sunshine, silver fields

(Shooting Stars, my whole career)

Wishing on things that aren’t real

Hoping someone will notice, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh

 

Strawberry sunshine, silver fields (Shooting)

Hoping you’ll notice how I feel (Broken)

Wishing on things that aren’t real (Ideals)

Hoping you’ll notice, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh