Awake From My Dream State (Maybe I Should Go Back To Sleep Remix)

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Awake From My Dream State

I've been this zombie way too long
Let me address this like my last name's Williams, Christopher and Vanessa 
How long shall I stay oppressed in dead air in the present?
Pent up in these fantasies writing sex letters to Penthouse?
Allegedly my script is illegible, can't read my chicken scratch
As I throw up this purple syrup with Ipacac with emphasis to the fact I keep reliving my past 
Paranoid thinking somebody's sleeping in my bed
I call the dream police wondering is this a cheap trick?
I've weaved so many dreams you'd think it was a Live Aid quilt
For those who went over their heads, Google and YouTube this, kids
I've lived and learned to WAKE UP like Laurence Fishburne that acting blackish
Will impact my back pain because I'm trapped in what the world says
I'm a new creature this is my new birth so I don't have to be this dream merchant
I'm like everybody that loves the sunshine so I've stopped searching
For those missing persons that barge in a dream in the rhythm of the night
Reading Word Up magazines notoriously but I've been to the mountaintop so I can't afford to dream
I've withered the spoons just to coordinate this banger
And I will not sin when I'm angry
Hulking over the banner hanging over the balcony in bold face print reminding you that I matter
So you don't forget me not haven't you heard I don't rush in to traffic
I travel alone never running in packs chanting like I'm macho, man, being savage 
I'm delivering this package exposing facts this world system is a miscarriage
World peace extracts the Antichrist out of hiding, the predecessors were Obama, Trump, and Biden
Let me escape from this understanding in Alcatraz and your virus that's man made
You wanna dream? I'm a let you finish your sleep
I'll walk with the Son because Yes shoe ah has set me free at last indeed
Go on your own way have your dreams 
While I ride my skateboard that I call Fleetwood and I'm macking
Cuz players only love you when they're playing, ain't that a fact, G?

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Awake From My Dream State I've been this zombie way too long Let me address this like my last name's Williams, Christopher and Vanessa How long shall I stay oppressed in dead air in the present? Pent up in these fantasies writing sex letters to Penthouse? Allegedly my script is illegible, can't read my chicken scratch As I throw up this purple syrup with Ipacac with emphasis to the fact I keep reliving my past Paranoid thinking somebody's sleeping in my bed I call the dream police wondering is this a cheap trick? I've weaved so many dreams you'd think it was a Live Aid quilt For those who went over their heads, Google and YouTube this, kids I've lived and learned to WAKE UP like Laurence Fishburne that acting blackish Will impact my back pain because I'm trapped in what the world says I'm a new creature this is my new birth so I don't have to be this dream merchant I'm like everybody that loves the sunshine so I've stopped searching For those missing persons that barge in a dream in the rhythm of the night Reading Word Up magazines notoriously but I've been to the mountaintop so I can't afford to dream I've withered the spoons just to coordinate this banger And I will not sin when I'm angry Hulking over the banner hanging over the balcony in bold face print reminding you that I matter So you don't forget me not haven't you heard I don't rush in to traffic I travel alone never running in packs chanting like I'm macho, man, being savage I'm delivering this package exposing facts this world system is a miscarriage World peace extracts the Antichrist out of hiding, the predecessors were Obama, Trump, and Biden Let me escape from this understanding in Alcatraz and your virus that's man made You wanna dream? I'm a let you finish your sleep I'll walk with the Son because Yes shoe ah has set me free at last indeed Go on your own way have your dreams While I ride my skateboard that I call Fleetwood and I'm macking Cuz players only love you when they're playing, ain't that a fact, G?

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