[Chorus]
Every time I'm told that I'm way too old to still make music, I dream
I don't need these folks, 'til the day I go into my grave I will stay dream chaser

[Verse 1]
I was cool
'Til I went to school
Kids made fun of me
Since day one I'd be making up stories
Shape it up son, as I play with a [four-string?]
I just love shenanigans
Can't I win once
I've been standing here
Haven't had lunch
Not as bad as your punch
Feels like a medicine ball
Was dropped off in my hands
But I'm letting it fall
Okay, I got it, I was a rascal, asshole
I'm all the above because I'm a last [?]—
Project. God said I'm special
So did my class
I'm going last, 'til that shit's broke
It's so stupid
Because the pistol, just go, click, blow, shoot it
And if the shit don't shoot
Thеn sit home, get stoned and spit morе music
[Chorus]
Every time I'm told that I'm way too old to still make music, I dream ("You just need to find something you love to do and then do it for the rest of your life")
I don't need these folks, 'til the day I go into my grave I will stay dream chaser

[Verse 2]
Where is a hand high
Man-to-man you people just stand by
I hate y'all
I get I'm spitting the wrong code
I'm living [?] sold—
Short, I just need a van to drive right out to California with my band
Pants ripped, but I'm young and can't survive—
In an office, caught, where I plan my life
I need freedom
Met me in the middle
Treat me to a planet where the people aren't little
I just wan't to go
Man, I just want to go
Forget it
I'm dream chaser (x2)