Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drifting in a Daydream, artist - Need Not WorryDate of issue: 04.08.2015
Song language: English
Drifting in a Daydream |
| I woke up from a nice nap, she got her head on my lap |
| Complaining of a broken back |
| Hand palming on her rear end |
| Putting on her earrings |
| Body guards stand and watch, they don’t fear men |
| Awake, I need a couple minutes to inflate |
| Long sleep, I need to build the winters for the snakes |
| They often say there’s more to him or who the part men |
| Part scorpion — will he meta-morph again? |
| My temple is extravagant |
| Lavish, palace of gold, marble floors with beautiful crown mold |
| Chariot on the low for patrol |
| Sitting on the throne to the public, an arc for the covenant |
| Divine women in fine linen, feeding me grapes |
| They’re all fanning me down, they want dates |
| Sipping the elixir of life, I write cuneiform poetry |
| They ask if I can spit it to them vocally |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |
| You got me drifting in a daydream |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |
| I woke up from a nice nap, she got her hands on my back |
| Another gold throne aphrodisiac |
| I just wanna sit for a few minutes at least |
| Get a grip exhale a rhythm of speech |
| The labyrinth is deep, dark |
| The secrets separated when the thoughts weakened |
| Waiting for the weekend |
| Word got me bugging, I’m stuck searching for meaning |
| The night breathes life and you could smell it in the evening |
| Close my eyes, refined breath moves sturdy |
| With defined steps in a robe of divine threads |
| My eyes wept at the secrets they kept |
| Mind sends messages to the people they swept |
| I’m fighting with whatever’s left, I stay far off |
| Guard from the radar lost the deep quasar core |
| Not a rebel of loss, I penetrate your dimensional flaws |
| I’m fighting an incredible cause for y’all |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |
| You got me drifting in a daydream |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |
| I woke up from a nice nap, I got my head on her lap |
| Stroking my hair, she letting me relax |
| Under an olive tree sipping crushed grapes |
| Staring at the aerial anomalies as the sun paints |
| Below the dirt seeds uprooted as trees |
| They procreate in numbers of three, five, to eight |
| Embrace moods, washing my chariot in the day’s noon |
| A role model for the fetuses in wombs |
| A document’s built skilled conglomerates if you follow it |
| Harness the knowledge, construct monuments |
| My mental honour is synonymous to Mediterranean |
| Mesopotamian scholars and astrologists |
| Praised for chivalry |
| Moving through the temples of antiquity |
| Follow my trail through ubiquity |
| Coming to my senses soon, ever since noon |
| As heaven looms over us under a crescent moon |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |
| You got me drifting in a daydream |
| I know it seems that I’m stuck right here, but I’m not y’all |