| You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all | |
| You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all | |
| You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] | |
| 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 | |
| [Hook] | |
| I know it seems I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all | |
| You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] |
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