Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dream...But Don't Sleep, artist - Opio
Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Song language: English
Dream...But Don't Sleep |
Say what? |
Listen baby brother, don’t let 'em take your 'etti from ya |
Keep a razor your under your sleeve, don’t be afraid to cut 'em |
And you can always count on me |
I’ll be your foundation in this foul nation (every day) |
I’m out chasin money and dreams |
Funny it seems, funny it seems I’m wastin time |
But just be patient, I got the ace in the hole/whole |
Life of the entertainer out to her centerfold |
It gets distracting, caught up in the interaction |
Of feminine attraction, they get the backspin |
And flare when I break 'em, beware don’t mistake 'em |
For a square or a fake when the air starts to get thin |
I put my gas mask on, poison can permeate |
Private eyes blasting, scream with the 38 |
Clashin with Branch Davidians in the dirty state |
Raelians, make full blown clones, it takes 30 days |
Tryin to escape, you wanna fly away |
Feelin like you gotta stay high everyday |
But it’s always consequences and a price to pay |
Keep focused, don’t throw your life away |
You wanna fly away… try to escape today… |
But there’s a price to pay… don’t throw your life away |
That’s the type of shit that make my uncle see a early grave |
Standin at the pearly gates, beggin for mercy but wait |
It’s all cyclical, so watch what you do |
Recognize game, you’ll reach heaven, but it’s pivotal (that) |
You let your mind gleam like a white tennis shoe |
Money might interest you, but it shouldn’t be intrical (nah man) |
Keep your physical in balance with your spiritual |
Indivisible, it’s nearest you, so listen dude |
Edwardian theories you can throw 'em out the window too |
Thinkin 'bout fuckin your moms? |
They was trippin |
Divisive, destroyin the bond, I’m not with it I’m cool |
The trick-knowledge in school, they kickin to you |
You know +American Beauty+, the movie |
Where dude pops for some booty? |
Stay aware |
Cause they tryin to do you see, sick as Hitler and Musi |
Young George W, put your neck in the noose G |
So called hard times they facin ain’t shit |
Complainin, yet complacent, a double agent |
What an understatement, wait shit, correction |
They falsifyin information, the main objection |
Keep your head on a swivel, stay invisible |
And watchful, for nocturnal beings that stalk you |
With binocu-lars, and telescopic lens that see to Mars |
Every day they follow your car |
Catch you droppin your drawers |
Like a girl who say she’ll swallow it all |
And she’s a model that’s tall |
Make your toes curl up like a nautilus shell |
White powder up your nostril, damn it feels swell |
Then your house turns hostile, like Amityville |
Anxiety takes over, you reach for the pill |
You didn’t try to be that angry, but Danny got killed |
And now you in jail (motherfucker) |
You wanna fly away… try to escape today… |
But there’s a price to pay… don’t throw your life away |