Qusearaseara what will be will be
Dream on son
Cruising in my dream riding on Bugatti
All still a dream homes but dreams comes true
Wise man used to say to me
Dream on son
Never wish yourself bad
Always good wishes and with hard work becomes reality
Born with silver spoon
Ain't fundamental
Know a lot of homes with silva spoon but lost it all
So social-economic background could be a de facto but ain't factor
Believe me
Wherever you from
Whatever you made of
What will be will be
Qusearaseara