Big hearts, big dreams

I think you know my name
I think I know that
I think I know your game
I think I know

We do what we need, get high of this weed
Then we fly over beats
We fly over seas
And you say drive slow
We say how fast can we go?

Baby, what you thinking about?
They callin' you crazy, you should have me by your side
And everybody is talkin'
Keep runnin' their mouth.
You should get out tonight, get up, get high.
And if anyone should ask you
I can tell them what it's all about

And I
I don't buy records, I make them
And I set records and break them
This is all a young girl know, I wonder what them other young girls know
What they know about that, cuz I, I know all about that

Big hearts, big dreams
We are all about that

And maybe I fucked up
Yeah baby, I fucked up
But maybe you fucked up too
What the hell am I supposed to do?

So if you ever get it confused
I'm the one you should come to