The Waking World

[Verse 1] When I was rocking With the best of ‘em I’d puff the cess And be left Wrestling just to Bless with ‘em Undress your girl Isabella Rossalini I’m living well Richard Hell This is rap, black Bossalini Don’t tell me nothing About tussling in a ‘Lo goose Know who been Looking down on me Frowning because I’m No use My flow loose It’s fascination For motivations On presidential assassinations It takes a nation, black It takes some patience Whatever happened to Waiting, black I puff an el In the Sofitel And I’m making raps And caking stacks While they toting the steel Elysian Fields Another name for that Third Ward appeal Stealing from the breadline Won’t ever make you a thief When I’m making the headlines I’m just deadlining the beats When you’re young one Your lungs expand Brand names is hunger pangs And us love the slang Yeah, man we love the slang He holding heat Standing outside of the Dakota watch it While Holden Caulfield Just telling him When to let the Glock spit This bottle rocket rap Balaclava stocking cap Thriller spit the feeling is right Finna go knock it back I’m at the bar alone Sipping a Fin du Monde Or we tripping A thousand miles from home Telling me it’s a Terrordome Sutter Home magnum bottle Twentieth century lost And unpaused When the tape plays I slang with models Don’t get it twisted I spit it For when the people cry People die Grandwizzard Theodore Could reach the sky I-N-I rapid lights Flashing inside the Texas sky Rest of my life Paying the price Right, I’m twenty-five Mark Chapman Done made it happen But, anyways Any world that you walk on to Could’ve had any haze When you’re young then Your lungs expand Brand names is hunger pangs And you love the slang [Hook] Lay colors over me You feel the waking world Move fading, fading, far away Waiting on a heartbeat You feel forsaken arms Move to your body, break away [Verse 2] And if they dressed in black I get to battle my demons And puff the stress and rap Until I get the session back I never had that Double Happiness That you’ll be taking back Shaking from the heartache And everything that we making, black So there’s no sonograms And there’s no plasticine dreams And no Ono Band I’m on the dolo Puffing trees all alone again All on the phone Crying everything’s just a dream And so I just want to be Home again [Hook] Lay colors over me You feel the waking world Move fading, fading, far away Waiting on a heartbeat You feel forsaken arms Move to your body, break away