Lyrics Drifting in a Daydream - Need Not Worry, Soulchef

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