[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
Eat after dinner, sleep like I'm dumb
I think like a winner, but I eat like a bum
So my visions get weird, my dreams weigh a ton
Sometimes a clue to what things may become
Other times nothing, but who am I to judge
The mime holds walls that the body won't budge
And the world that we walk in is just one realm
There's other frequencies in which other sh** dwells
It's all new physics, but this ain't a cla**
And this ain't a lesson
Cause scientific knowledge makes rap sh** depressin'
Unless it's three ninjas that's eating [?] agenda
Remember my dreams cause they seem so indie
David Lynch sh**, never G-rated Disney
Back in high school, wasn't much of a talker
Dream about getting with a girl that I know
Then I'd feel kinda awkward, every time I saw her
I'd think about the dream that I'd altered
And I'd feel like a grade-A stalker
Other times I fought aliens in saucers
Tried to punch hard, but my swings got softer
[Hook: Open Mike Eagle]
Every piece of dialogue was all my own
I chose every color, every hue, every tone
In my bed, in my home, but it's still so confusing
Everything I was shown was my own invention
The seeds I had sown in my own subconscious
Monsters I'd grown in my head on my own
But it's still so confusing
Wrote the script all alone
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[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]
Yo, yo
Peep the picture, fell asleep on the sh**ter
I heard God's voice and it sounded like—
Some Ds on twitter, no punctuation
Mostly leadership, but a lot of it complainin'
And that's just my opinion
I dream about riding on three-legged pigeons
I slept walked once, took a leak in the kitchen
And woke like nothing happened, imagine
I'm laughin' in a dream 'til I broke my bu*tons
I saw my dead granny go bye on buses
Each time I woke up with both thighs gushing, flustered
The mind makes pictures that are really space dust
When you touch 'em