The Dreamer (Señor Sandman) - lyrics
[Verse 1] Dreams
Ma and Pa used to lullaby me with Jackson’s I’ll Be There
5 to 10 five years later I’d be dreamin' 'bout Jess Alba’s hair
Then I matured, went to college, went abroad
Pa taught me spanish my whole life, still no approval nod
I still replied in English, still defied his teachings
Since I was teething until now, this rebel I was being
The other night I spoke with Señor Sandman and he told me:
"Here’s some Spanish, I don’t want you to dream in English only."
Don’t wake me up for school, I’m sleeping like a rock, ma
Early morning cartoons it’s Flintstone’s in Pajamas
Fred, Wilma Barney Bettie Rubble and Bam-Bama
I don’t wanna go to school, I don’t wanna go to school!
[Verse 2] I act like a child.
Let me be honest I wanna tell you this truth.
Let’s take a swim in the fountain and start preserving our youth.
Anything to get my mind off of losing my last tooth.
I don’t wanna think about future me sittin' in some booth
I don’t know if I should take this time stop acting so wild.
or if I should take this time as my last chance to be a child.
Don’t put words in my mouth when I say that I'm mature
I like my alphabet soup and not having to do chores
The other day I was booking some flights when I realized
I can wander the wonderful world I mean for real guys!
I still want my youthful wonder, I still want my charm.
All this semester has done was let me know, I never wanna grow up.
What’s happening to us?
Why we feeling it this way?
I don’t wanna be missing home.
I miss you all, can I go home?
[Verse 3] Not homesick but...
I was looking at the land last night from Saint Nicholas
I thought of Arlington and said I swear that I 'aint missing this
I seem to keep lying to myself but honestly,
I know that I’ve been missing some things subconsciously
I miss my mom’s pasta with the garlic ali oli
I miss my bros, my dogs, and my mami and my papi.
I miss my breakfast foods like syrup on pancakes
I miss milkshakes, spicy food and complex handshakes
There some days where I just wanna pack up and go home
Other times when I just wish that time would just go slow
Two more months here, I swear I’ll make the best of it.
But something tells me come December I’ll be glad that it's the end of it
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<p>Meet Julian Barajas, a lovable ball of fun who's from Arlington, VA. When he's not trying to make it look like he knows how to play basketball, soccer, or other cool sport you think is cool, he's listening to music from his favorite artists such as NSYNC, Backstreet Boys, LFO, Jesse McCartney, Usher, early Chris Brown or pretty much anything else. He attends Bowdoin College where he studies Government and hosts a radio show, mentors hilarious kids, and explores the outdoors with the outing club. If you want to learn more about his wacky adventures and what kind of person he is, check out his blog where he posts rhymes, raps, poetry, and stories.</p>