I’m luckily good at something, just manifesting.
I have a blue house, gated in gold to attract respect.
A green farm, I call home; with crickets at night.
Watching the moonlight, shining bright.
Sipping a cup of wine, gold and sparkling.
In a hammock, feeling the sea breeze.
I thought I’m at the mountain, but this sounds an ocean.
I gotta wake up, I think I’m half asleep, dreaming.
Transformers 