SoulChef - Drifting in a Daydream lyrics

[Intro] You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] [Verse 1] I woke up from a nice nap, she got her head on my lap Complaining of a broken back Hand palming on her rear end 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 Part scorpion - will he meta-morph again? My temple is extravagant Lavish, palace of gold, marble floors with beautiful crown mold Chariot on the low for patrol Sitting on the throne to the public, an arc for the covenant Divine women in fine linen, feeding me grapes They're all fanning me down, they want dates Sipping 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 [x3] I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all [Verse 2] 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 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 bugging, I'm stuck searching for meaning The night breathes life and you could smell it in the evening 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 whatever's left, I stay far off Guard from the radar lost the 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 [x3] I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all [Verse 3] I woke up from a nice nap, I got my head on her lap Stroking my hair, she letting me relax Under an olive tree sipping crushed grapes Staring at the aerial 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 fetuses in wombs A document's built sk**ed conglomerates if you follow it Harness the knowledge, construct monuments My mental honour is synonymous to Mediterranean Mesopotamian scholars and astrologists Praised for chivalry Moving through the temples of antiquity Follow my trail through ubiquity Coming to my senses soon, ever since noon As heaven looms over us under a crescent moon [Hook] I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all You got me drifting in a daydream [x3] I know it seems that I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all