[Verse] A counting fool A dreamer Extraordinary realist I built a secret up with a rococo grace An omakase recipe of hope and faith I aimed an arrow through the moon Pretending Fly fast Fly far These feet compose a symphony I made my way from the slums of a small town To the sugar refinery To wrigley field repounding on this pitcher's mound [Chorus] And with all due respect to my great-grandpappy You can win a million dollars playing lottery And you don't have to spend it just as quick as you make it And you don't have to be the nineteen-sixty-five-world-series-mvp Thirteen-year-three-time american-league-all-star Twelve-year-ten-gold-glove-award-winner Five-year-four-time-gold-glove-manager-of-the-year {you don't have to be a *record needle scratching sound*} Baseball hall of famer No you don't [Verse 2] And to say it plain and mean it There's never certainty Still if i wake up in this dumb reality I'll find a clarify for means and wish to end And faith in pretending Try first stay last My wise friend dreams exceedingly And plots and schemes in a wink so wittingly That there's no one like him No we are not the same [Chorus][Outro] You can play the lottery again One more time
