Dreaming
I dream of style and fashion
Cameras flashing.
People scremaing my name
I'm hungry for fame.
I'm dreaming.
Dreaming for a spot on that magazine
I wanna be the next best model at seventeen.
When you start from the bottom, you only see the top
That's why I look high, cause for me I know there is a spot.
From rags to riches, I want my story to spread
I'm dreaming.
Dreaming for a spot on that runway
I'm going to make it and I could care less what the rest say.
I dream long... I dream big
And all I really dream is this modeling gig.
So when it all comes true,
Imma smile and thank God for the blessings he brought through.
Im dreaming...
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