Experimental Dream FLCL

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle] Eat after dinner, sleep like I'm dumb I think like a winner, but I eat like a bum So my visions get weird, my dreams weigh a ton Sometimes a clue to what things may become Other times nothing, but who am I to judge The mime holds walls that the body won't budge And the world that we walk in is just one realm There's other frequencies in which other shit dwells It's all new physics, but this ain't a class And this ain't a lesson Cause scientific knowledge makes rap shit depressin' Unless it's three ninjas that's eating [?] agenda Remember my dreams cause they seem so indie David Lynch shit, never G-rated Disney Back in high school, wasn't much of a talker Dream about getting with a girl that I know Then I'd feel kinda awkward, every time I saw her I'd think about the dream that I'd altered And I'd feel like a grade-A stalker Other times I fought aliens in saucers Tried to punch hard, but my swings got softer [Hook: Open Mike Eagle] Every piece of dialogue was all my own I chose every color, every hue, every tone In my bed, in my home, but it's still so confusing Everything I was shown was my own invention The seeds I had sown in my own subconscious Monsters I'd grown in my head on my own But it's still so confusing Wrote the script all alone … [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Yo, yo Peep the picture, fell asleep on the shitter I heard God's voice and it sounded like— Some Ds on twitter, no punctuation Mostly leadership, but a lot of it complainin' And that's just my opinion I dream about riding on three-legged pigeons I slept walked once, took a leak in the kitchen And woke like nothing happened, imagine I'm laughin' in a dream 'til I broke my buttons I saw my dead granny go bye on buses Each time I woke up with both thighs gushing, flustered The mind makes pictures that are really space dust When you touch 'em