Lucid Dream

[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 motherfuckin' 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 fuck when they throw me pussy in Italy I'm M.O.B. son of a single mother Like almost every other motherfucker 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 bitch and I love to love her Dirty dancin' with death, 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 nigga actin' nice repellant Nah, I never popped a Molly Not when I was lampin in that Cabana in Bali And that shit'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 motherfuckers 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 kill 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]