My neighbour's kid gettin murdered
Bedroom filled with nikey sb's and?
Starin at the ceiling listening to soul father
Tryna make the world pay me daily like Carson
My mom says I need to put on weight like Kelly Clarkson
She said I work like a soldier steady marchin'
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right
Tryna keep it steady like a lezza with ardon
Apartments, guardin' the garden
Money in the jeans, car keys in the cardigan
When I was a kid I wished that I could be in on ya
Every time my father disregarded an argument
Wishing I was sitting on the move
Watching videos, wishing I was living in the shoes
With designer shoes, doing things I didn't wanna do
Wishing I could see the world from a different point of view
[Chorus:]
Leave your baggage at the stairs,
And your worries at the door,
You don't have to think about problems any more,
(I can make you believe in anything)
Uh, I know that everything's changed,
But I'm under this illusion just so I don't go insane
(I can make you believe in anything)
Uh, you ever been to fed up, to get up
Or wish you had a huge shredder for a few letters
Dreaming up these stories of these all new adventures
Zulu patens on a new Cinderella
Check the sense of humour on rumours getting better
I'm a teach you a lesson, and I don't mean a lecture
Cause only fake (rich, rich) dudes get jealous
So we'll never let a (rich, rich) dude get near us
Cause were up with the stars, somewhere out of space
And on the underground I felt so outta place
I got Tom, Dick and Harry all looking at my face
I know they wanna say 'Safe' but, don't know how to say it
Bad body language, I don't understand it
When they see Patrick, then they turn to gangsters,
Ha ha, and that's a passage from my mantra
I've started reading from a whole different chapter
[Chorus:]
Leave your baggage at the stairs,
And your worries at the door,
You don't have to think about problems any more,
(I can make you believe in anything)
Uh, I know that everything's changed,
But I'm under this illusion just so I don't go insane
(I can make you believe in anything)
Uh, you ever been to fed up, to get up
Or wish you had a huge shredder for a few letters
Dreaming up these stories of these all new adventures
I can make you,
I can make you,
I can make you,
Believe in anything
I can make you,
I can make you,
I can make you,
Believe in anything
Composição: Al Shuckburgh / L. Steele