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e l u c i d – bad dreamz lyrics

out the corner of my eye
thought i felt somebody watchin
all alone in my apartment, 3am
fire my bong up workin
ungodly hours, candle burnin
headphone over my ear
at this blank white page i stare
shadow fancy in the mirror
crisp breeze in the air
i know its silly
can’t deny i feel like somebody here
i swear i need to stop smokin
headband got my mind trippin
scent is citrus fruit, flagrant blue hair
like marge simpson
listen, you hear them drums up in the distance
made my self, take a walk
steppin over headless chicken
came here to clear my thoughts
this only hightened my suspiscion
peekin over the shoulder
couldn’t help but notice feelings
the block was h-lla empty
but the night feel so alive
is where i couldn’t shake the thoughts of paranoia from my mind
asked the stranger for the time
no respone, no reply
then he tilted his fedora
his face looked, just like mine
so i grabbed him by his throat
he only smiled like it never really mattered
had to back up, “what the f-ck?”
his body turned to tv static
hit the bricks down murder avenue
panting and i’m wheezin like
d-mn i know its late
but ain’t no bodies in these streets tonight
green lights bout as far as i can see em
both directions
every store shuttered shut, it’s succession
from the four ???
heard a scream, from a group of brooklyn children
only playing on the swing i keep it movin
sweat cold to the touch
rub my palms, both my thumbs, painted black
to my right i watched the projects collapse
thus surrounds me
but i’m not really jokin though
photos of my past, floatin
painted on some rubble stone
then i saw her
she said she wanna take me to the water

[i can’t erase my dreams]
am i awake
or am i dreamin?
am i floatin or am i fallin?
are you an angel or a demon?
will i remember in the morning?
will i remember in the morning?
[i can’t erase my dreams]
so real
[it is real]

a-train comin home from the show
brooklyn bound, grizzly sb
myself and tawna mo
we tore it down
my lady squeezed my hand
tilt her head up on my shoulder
cole stare
pushin 60 mph under water
stomach bubblin
emergin from the tunnel at the next stop
shouldn’t we be slowin down?
feel it squeeze, ???
blurry figures wavin at me from the platform
this must be express
gotta get off at the next one
light flickerin
i stare in my reflection
to my vision to the left
feelin cold, wind rushin in
dog jumpin off the track, golden latch
metal grindin and surround
watchin everybody nap
not a stirr
unconcerned
i’m on edge
can’t relax
something burnin
then we stepped into the car
lit a match
ashed it on his tongue
struck another
was starin at each other…
my have to shank a motherf-cka
dirty guitar strapped to his back
his fingers cruddy
blood on his kicks, sat on the floor
and started strummin
i feel i gotta vomit
might not make it to the door
lightheaded
started sweatin, wiped my brow, clinched my jar
looked outside
flashin light
jettin through another sp-ce
just so confused, in my head
why won’t anybody wake up
and i p-ssed out
awoke to my lady’s laughter
“baby you havin bad dreams, what’s the matter?”
step out the car
hand in hand, its 2:30
scannin for the exit but im really in no hurry
system waitin long before i hear somebody yellin
turn the corner, heard his “gunshot sound”
then iifeel myself fallin
see my lady’s mouth movin
but i can hear the scream
on her knees, over me
this my final heart beat

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