[Hook: Piatra Hawkins]
My life's a lucid dream
I might just lose, myself in the sea
My life's a lucid dream
I might just lose, myself in the sea
[Verse 1: Nocando]
This here is a smile with a tear
Camel Turkish Golds and a 6-pack a beer
Bittersweet nothings whispered in your girls ear
Heartbreak and true love all in the same year
High off of life, with a sense of purpose
Drunk off power with a pistol on my person
The Lord is my Shepard, sometimes I'm a lamb
Devil's on my shoulder, nobody gives a damn
I'm on the iPod bumping 93' til Infinity
20 pounds of dope in the late 90's infinity
Look at what the motherf**in' rap game did to me
Got me makin' short stops like I was coaching little league
Mind on my money am I lying, not literally
Don't give a f** when they throw me p**y in Italy
I'm M.O.B. son of a single mother
Like almost every other motherf**er
Trying to fit in like a undercover
But I bought a couple hundred rubbers
Because it's something that I just discovered
Life's a promiscuous b**h and I love to love her
Dirty dancin' with d**h, fast to feed the hunger
Yeah, I had a dream and it was strange mane
I was workin' on a chain gang
My inner child called me by slave name
He said, "You think you different? You ain't changed James."
I looked down and saw a cutting board
My reflection was a bloody sword
I told that boy
"If I was who I was before, then what in God's name would you ever have to come here for?"
[Bridge: Piatra Hawkins]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yay
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yay
Do-do-do-da-da, do-do-do-do-da
Da-da-day, da-da-day, da-da-day
[Verse 2: Nocando]
Nah, I don't do psychedelics
I just love life so much that my wife gets jealous
I treat my friends and family like christs relics
I've waited tables, mopped floors and sliced some melons
Been all around the world, I feel like Magellan
I need fake n***a actin' nice repellant
Nah, I never popped a Molly
Not when I was lampin in that Cabana in Bali
And that sh**'s as real as anything you've seen from Dalí
To a kid from the hood, makin money off a hobbies
Wish I could be as pacifistic as maybe Gandhi
You motherf**ers crossin' me and it got me feelin' [?]
Cleanliness is Godliness and God knows I'm not Godly
If at all it's like 5% probably, oh gee golly
I spent a 3 day weekend in the slammer
And slept above this smoker that spoke with perfect grammar
We both spoke of Dad's, I said mine had died of Cancer
Said he saw his Mammy k** his Pappy wit a hammer
He used to be fly and dress way more dapper
Got a wife that he loves and right now can't have her
He asked me what I do, I said that I am a rapper
He sad don't trade your loved ones for all the glitz and glamor
[Hook: Piatra Hawkins]