I could use a dream or a genie or a wish, to go back to a place much simpler than this
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness, and when you're staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
You get another hand soon after you fold, and when your plans unravel
And they sayin' what would you wish for if you had one chance
So sorry I'm late, I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that, then I'll switch my flight, and I'll be right back at it by the end of the night