Drifting In A Day Dream (feat. Need Not Worry) (исполнитель: SoulChef)
You got me drifting in a daydream [x4] I woke up from a nice nap, she got her head in my [bad word] of a broken back, [bad word] 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 Thought scorpion will he metamorph again? My temper was extravagant Lavish, palace of gold, marble floors with beautiful crown mold Chariot on a low for patrol Sittin' on the throne to the pumble licking arc for the tumblin' The fine women in fine linen, feeding me grapes They're all fanning me down, they want dates Sippin' 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 [x4] 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 And 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 buggin', I'm stuck searching for meaning The night breathes life and you could smell it in the evenin' 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 whatevers left, I stay far off Guard from the radar lost 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 [x4] I woke up from a nice nap, I got my head on her lap Stroking my hair, she lettin' me relax Under an olive tree sippin' [bad word] grapes Starring and the Ariel 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 role model for the fetus of zumans document's built, skilled conglomerates if you follow it Harness the knowledge, [bad word] monuments My mental honor is synonymous to Mediterranean Mesopotamian scholars and astrologists Praised for the chivalry moving through the temples of antiquity Follow my trail to [bad word] to my senses soon ever since noon As heaven looms over us under a crescent moon [Hook] I know it seems I'm stuck right here, but I'm not y'all You got me drifting in a daydream [x4]