| Am I off my trolley? |
| I converse with the dead
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| Coz another soundbwoy got burnt with the lead
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| I Disperse words
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| Empty my mind on these rubbish MC’s
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| All dying to shine like my grandmother’s halo
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| Lay low, I spit darts, venomous, the next in line
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| Don’t know, it’s evident, I’m African, slap back-hand palmin
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| Rhyme javelins, throw them through your garments
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| Pierce your heart n capture your soul
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| Ring the alarm, its the del-boy show
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| I’m a Martian, blow trees with the Daleks
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| E.T's on an E, He can’t stop dancin'
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| On the Dance Mat of my mind
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| It’s lunch time, I need food —
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| A Bakewell will do
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| I’m borderline schizo, borderline nuts
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| I’m climbing up a bean stalk, on my way up
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| I’m laying on the cusp of the moon, on the edge
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| I’m a force while you’re stuck in a time warp welding a sword
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| I’ve moved on from that watch me soar
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| Then wait till I fall
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| Way below sea level, way below earth
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| Way below hell where the pitch forks burn
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| Clearin' my desktop, my mind’s full of clutter
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| Ctrl Alt Delete goodbye mother fucker
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| I once dreamt a dream in a dream, in a dream, in a dream
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| The stairwells to hell, I fell underneath
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| In the coffin where my love is hugging me
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| She’s crying tears and fears that I’m gonna leave
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| Farewell my dear, kissed her on the cheek, then I broke free
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| I jumped into Grimes car with Dance and left a grey rose on the street
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| I love you but me and you weren’t meant to be
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| Cruising hell’s highway
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| No turning back, heating my face, cameras on my lap
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| Snap snap, taking pictures in hell
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| Even saw Blair and Bush being eaten by elves
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| Screaming for help, so I raised my middle finger and waved
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| Cause the devil’s on my tail I ain’t getting eaten today
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| Sorry to self-indulge, lead you astray
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| With these fragmented thoughts, got me floating away
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| Is my heart really bleeding?! |
| Am I really alive?!
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| Am my six feet deep or closer to christ?,…
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| Is this real cheese laying down on my toast?
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| Is this air that I’m breathing? |
| am I even a ghost?
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| Am I dreaming in colour or the black with the white?
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| Is the truth laying down right under my eyes?
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| I need an answer can’t keep wondering why
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| Is this life that I’m living? |
| am I living a lie?
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| When I wake up, will I wake up with you?
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| If I do we can start again
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| When I wake up, will I wake up with you?
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| If I do we can start again
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| When I wake up, will I wake up with you?
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| If I do we can start again
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| When I wake up, will I wake up with you?
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| If I do we can start again |