[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 shit 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 fucking 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]