Dam-Funk - Lucid Dream lyrics

[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]