Sabzi - Library Dreams lyrics

[Verse 1: Yaakov] Beat drops and I try to get a clap goingBlank stares like these kids have never seen a rap show This is Yale, guess they've never seen a rap show If I can't move the crowd, well then what do I rap for? Catharsis or fame? AmI harboring my pain Am I trying to change the world or just marketing my name? Am I shameless, impatient forsaking how mom's raised me When finally my pain ends at least I'll know both satan and St. Joe know what my name is, and let's face it They'll probably fight over me, Maimonides please What, can you tell me, I'm feeling like farina Exotic dancers might have the best answers But sorry girl, I'm not a cancer, I'm a cancer And you're not me h**ne, you're my h**n Opaque box where I put all my heroes in So if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna keep rapping (in the) [Hook 1] One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Foucault, I was reading Foucault One day I fell asleep with my headphones on John Coltrane, playing John Coltrane One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Borges, reading Borges One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Listening to Pete Seeger, Pete Seeger [Verse 2: Yaakov] If I'm gonna be a stoic can I still like music I'm questioning devotion to the search for where truth is Hoping when I grow up, I'll find out what the use is Cause with Oceans so abusive, my music just seems useless I'm captaining this ship but my two bit crew skipped And truth is, only I might exist Close my eyes and I don't even know if you persist So give me a second, just give me a second But just for the record, I don't believe in time I'm not waiting for the messiah, he won't be here in time I like sunshine, but don't need gold stars And I'm not talking about a planet when I reference mars So keep your kudos, and eat your accolades Don't be surprised to see me read Foucault backstage And I'm fascinated with the curve of your lips But way to existential to remember your name girl [Hook 2] One day I fell asleep with my face in a book David Foster Wallace, David Foster Wallace One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Playing Bob Dylan, Playing Bob Dyaln One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was Reading Howard Zinn, go read Howard Zinn One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Playing Miles Davis I was feeling kind of Blue [Verse 3: Yaakov] Spiritual quest for lyrical epiphanies Simply stated I can't hide in the symphonies Dystrophy overwhelms as I'm riffing How can I fit the whole Iliad in 16? I'm Drifitng as I'm writing Poseidon Where the f** you taking me? what Island is this? I'd rather be with sisyphus, I'm kind of getting sick of this My stomach's getting sick from this, where's calypso? She's my blues chick, it proved useless from the Start, but truth is, like miles I'm abusive Shoeless, I'm wandering, I'm wondering if all these girls Dress so nice, why don't they want to talk to me Honestly, I want surprise like Gillespie Surrounded by so many folks whose only care in life Is looking s**y, so sorry babe don't text me I'm trying to sell out buy everyone just wants rent me [Hook 3] One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading Edward Albee, have you heard of Edward Albee One day I fell asleep with my headphones on Listening to Atmosphere, ATMOSPHERE One day I fell asleep with my face in a book I was reading George Orwell, Reading George Orwell One day I fell asleep with my headphones on I was playing dispossessed