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