Wise Guy

[Hook] Spent his whole life being too young To live the life that's in his dreams Now he lies awake and he wonders Why can't that be me? [Verse 1: O] My name is Bobby just in case we never met before I've wasted mad time but I won't waste a second more See I dream and wish, I was rich, but instead I'm poor Living in this California second floor, second door I mailed this shit to Dre that I honestly think is bomb But he still ain't respond, maybe it's the CD-Rom? I could be right or wrong, I think it's this type of song See I feel as if I'm someone else as soon as the mic goes on It's California love and my words are the formula Because Hip-Hop is my baby it's crazy I'm falling more in love Now in the mornin' before I start with the yawnin' From all this fucking recordin' my grill gets hotter than Foreman does And all I get paid is minimum wage So I release all of these problems through a pen and a page Then I see stars on the television, like look what the hell I'm missin' But with the way the game is, I probably won't sell if they listen [Hook] [Verse 2] I still ain't heard a word from Mr. Dr. Dre I mailed him yesterday but I should give another shot today I mailed him an album that I don't think he got to play I'll mail it again because there's things I forgot to say It's like everyday is a day without rest, obsessed Days without cess is just days that I'm stressed, depressed Maybe I'm blessed but hey nobody knows Social phobia hides me in places ain't nobody goes And I ain't getting sleep, knowing in this house I ain't got shit to eat The mystery is how I pay the rent when I just missed a week My boss is pissed at me, one fuck up and you're history My shifts at three, woke up and the clock it said two fifty three Give me a mic, a few devices to write, and I can recite you The type of life you would normally like Ayyo I'm more than just tight, this is what I'm normally like Sitting by the phone hoping Dre will call me tonight [Hook x2]