Lyrics
I woke up from a nice nap, she got her head on my lap
Complaining of a broken back, hand coming on her rear and
Putting on her earrings
Body guards stand and watch, they don’t fear men
Awake, I need a couple minutes to inflate
Long sleep, I need to build the winters for the snakes
They often say there’s more to him or who the part men
Thought scorpion will he metamorph again?
My temper was extravagant
Lavish, palace of gold, marble floors with beautiful crown mold
Chariot on a low for patrol
Sittin' on the throne to the pumble licking arc for the tumblin'
The fine women in fine linen, feeding me grapes
They’re all fanning me down, they want dates
Sippin' the elixir of life, I write cuneiform poetry
They ask if I can spit it to them vocally
I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all
You got me drifting in a daydream
I woke up from a nice nap, she got her hands on my back
Another gold throne aphrodisiac
I just wanna sit for a few minutes at least
And get a grip exhale a rhythm of speech
The labyrinth is deep, dark
The secrets separated when the thoughts weakened, waiting for the weekend
Word got me buggin', I’m stuck searching for meaning
The night breathes life and you could smell it in the evenin'
Close my eyes, refined breath moves sturdy
With defined steps in a robe of divine threads
My eyes wept at the secrets they kept
Mind sends messages to the people they swept
I’m fighting with whatevers left, I stay far off
Guard from the radar lost deep quasar core
Not a rebel of loss, I penetrate your dimensional flaws
I’m fighting an incredible cause for y’all
I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all
You got me drifting in a daydream
I woke up from a nice nap, I got my head on her lap
Stroking my hair, she lettin' me relax
Under an olive tree sippin' crushed grapes
Starring and the Ariel anomalies as the sun paints
Below the dirt seeds uprooted as trees
They procreate in numbers of three, five, to eight
Embrace moods, washing my chariot in the day’s noon
A role model for the fetus of zumans
A document’s built, skilled conglomerates if you follow it Harness the knowledge, construct monuments
My mental honor is synonymous to Mediterranean
Mesopotamian scholars and astrologists
Praised for the chivalry moving through the temples of antiquity
Follow my trail to ubiquity, coming to my senses soon ever since noon
As heaven looms over us under a crescent moon
I know it seems I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all
You got me drifting in a daydream
