Open Mike Eagle - Experimental Dream FLCL lyrics

[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 … [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