Dream Eater

I had a dream that I had woke up

It turned out to be a nightmare

You ever been stuck? Well so what, I'm a roll up

Dos of something nice here, it don't fight fair and I'm gone

A phantom in the night, right

Motherfuckers slacking while they ramble about the zeitgeist

And Sci-Fi, I called it right?

When I should have been making songs

I was training my sixth man, trying to catch that Kangaskhan

I don't know what's going on with me, beyond sickly my mental state

I compromised my art form to say that I could innovate

I feel like I'm not me no more, but pray for my resemblance's sake

Stepping backwards in it, that's a detrimental pace

You gotta love yourself before you let your guard down

I'm in the night sky, just praying that I don't fall down

I had dreams of being star-bound, a falling-comet

I will smoke until I stop-motion, I'm Wallace, Gromit: Light the fire

The time is right

You hold me tight

And love's got me high

Man, I used to give a fuck about rap

Two shits for these games

I'm above all these names word to Waka Flocka Flame

I went hard into paint, used to do this for the art too

Then I met you, cupid struck my heart with a harpoon

And I was pulled in, deeper and deeper

My cares for this world got weaker and weaker

My hopes and my dreams? They left with the sleeper

Just to walk home with you, probably think I'm a creeper

This is cliche

But you are more than a friend to me

I know there's nothing I can do, If you were only in to me

Before I left, but now I'm back, and I would do anything

I can't do anything, unless it's got to do with you

I'd rather walk with Emily, I guess I got some work to do

Despite the hurt, still this fucking work is due

If it took ten years, shit, I'd rather work with you

'Cause ten years seems near, if I knew I could be with you

That's the truth

The time is right

You hold me tight

And love's got me high

Good evening melancholy

Sometimes I wish I'd leave this hellish body and relieve myself from meaningless distress

But tonight, you ain't seeing me upset

No, my girl ain't get back with me, nor at least send me a text and nah

My parents still believe that I ain't shit

And my pockets still as empty as the week before I left

And no, I still ain't get no sleep, I need a rest

Inconceivably obsessed with perceiving, self is seemingly a risk

But at last, I've conceived some intellect

Intercept that inner-threat and transform it using sense

Lost a lot of blood, but gained a lot of water since

It'll probably sound corny, and mad boring to my friends

But thanks to them I'm sitting mad complacent on this bench

Gazing at the stars in this space I feel content

I may have not always conquered all the places that I've went

But I've always felt contented with the faces that I've met