Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Dreaming, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Hella Personal Film Festival, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Drunk Dreaming |
Nothing’s the same |
I forgot what they call you but what’s in a name |
I’m buzzed, unashamed |
I forgot who I was now my blood’s full of flames |
Now watch me do this dance |
I feel like I’m in True Romance (where the director at?) |
And all my thoughts is loud |
Little man on my shoulder trying to talk me down |
Couldn’t sit so I walked around |
I thought I saw a clown so I fought the crowd (kill 'em all) |
And every time I close my eyes |
A tiny Obama in a drone flies by |
Now Gladys hold my calls |
It’s the future I’m about to try to fold my walls |
Now I know I’m gone |
Feeling like these random strangers know my songs (but they don’t) |
I’m still in my dance |
In a full body robe while I clench my hands |
Then I shut my eyes |
And Martin Luther King in a bus drives by (what up) |
I yell «what up, Doc?» |
He waves back at me and says: |
«Mike, you the motherfucking man» |
(Drunk dreaming) |
Pardon me Mr Officer |
The room spinning and my thoughts are blurred (Drunk dreaming) |
This might be dumb but where’d them butterfly wings on your face come from? |
(Drunk dreaming) |
I need to take a poll right now: |
Who else has got a belly full of ocean water? |
(Drunk dreaming) |
I might be wrong but maybe life is just a Crucial Conflict song |
I whispered «oh my god» |
But ended shouting «Bout to blow my wad!» |
Getting mad cause I can’t find my iPod |
It’s really bad cause I don’t even have an iPod |
I’m damn close to filling my void |
Ain’t nobody killing my noise |
It’s like a vampire |
Replace the stake in the heart with a burrito to the face |
I can’t even taste it though |
I’m still trying to do this dance |
Doing terrible impressions like «yo who’s this man?» |
This kind of night makes your crew disband |
But I’d rather be solo so fuck all twelve of y’all |
Is anybody else warm? |
Shots of Energon until we all transform |
Call me Jameson Prime |
He said whatever came to his mind |
Cause he don’t give a fuck |
Drunk dreaming |
The room spinning and it’s all a blur (drunk dreaming) |
Now I’m at my house |
You trying to give me a ticket for blacking out on my own couch? |
(drunk dreaming) |
I tell you how I got back home |
A shot of Patron turned me to a damn time traveler |
And I’m oh so shook to see an unlined photo book |