(feat. Hayley Williams, Eminem)
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[Chorus: Hailey Williams]
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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
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I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
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I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
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[Bridge:]
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Dreaming.
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(oh oh oh oh)
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Of falling (mmm mmm mmm mmm)
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Dreaming (ooh oh oh oh)
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[B.o.B]
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(ya) Lets pretend like it's 98
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Like I'm eating lunch off of styrofoam trays
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Trying to be the next rapper comin out the A (A-town)
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Hoping for a record deal to ignore my pain (ya)
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Now lets pretend like I'm on the stage
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And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (woo)
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Okay
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And everybody know my name and everywhere I go people wanna hear me sing (oh)
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Oh yeah and I just dropped my new album on the first week I did Five-Hundred Thousand
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Gold in the spring and diamond in the fall and then a world tour just to top it all off
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And lets pretend like they called me the greatest selling out arenas with big ass stages
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And everybody loved me and noone ever hated
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Lets try to use imagination
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[Chorus]
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Okay lets pretend like this never happened (never)
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Like I never had dreams of being a rapper (rapper)
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Like I didn't write raps up in all of my classes
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Like I never used to run away into the blackness
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Now lets pretend like it was all good (good) like I didn't live staring in a notebook (notebook)
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Like I did the things that I probably knew I should (should)
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But I aint have neighbours thats why they call it hood (hood yeah)
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Now lets pretend like I aint got a name before they ever call me BOB aka Bobby ray
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I'm talking back before the mixtapes (yeah) before the videos and the deals and the fame
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Before the ever once compared me to andre before I ever got on myspace
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Before they ever noticed my face so lets just pretend and make wishes out of airplanes
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[Chorus]
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[Bridge II:]
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And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
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But those days are gone (gone gone) and just memories
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(oh oh)
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And it seems like yesterday it was just a dream
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But those days are gone (gone gone)
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[Eminem]
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Alright lets pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
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Lets pretend things would have been no different
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Pretend he procrastinated had no motivation
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Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin they could blow away with the wind
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Marshall you're never gonna make it makes no sense to play the game there ain't no way that you'll win
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Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends
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Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
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And it wasn't time to move and schools were changing again
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He wasn't socially awkward and just strange as a kid
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He had a father and his mother wasn't crazy as shit
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And he never dreamed he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit
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Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium bitch you won't amount to shit quit daydreaming kid
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You need to get your cranium checked you thinking like an alien it just ain't realistic
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Now pretend they ain't just make him angry with this shit and there was no one he could even aim when he's pissed it
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And his alarm went off to wake him off but he didn't make it to the rap Olympics left to his plane and he missed it
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He's gon' have a hard time explaining to Hailey and Laney these food stamps and this WIC shit
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Cuz he never risked shit he hopes and he wished it but it didn't fall in his lap so he ain't even here
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He pretends that
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[Hailey Williams]
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Airplanes in the night sky like shooting stars
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I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
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I could really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
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Uh hmm oh oh oh ooo
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Uhu mm aalalalaa
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Airplanes (Part II)
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| B.O.B. |
