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[Intro: Mr.
If you're seeing and hearing things that aren't there while you're awake, you're mad. If you're asleep, you're normal and having a dream. So it's the question of whether you're awake or asleep makes the difference; and in this case, since he wasn't allowed to sleep, it's as though his normal dreaming pattern began to show itself

He was psychotic; when you don't know who you are or where you are or what's going on around you, and when you believe that there's....

[Verse 1: Jay
I can't at night, I toss and turn
Visions of my father, hoppin' out the urn
King James, Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche
If miss me on the CB
They gonna get me the TV
I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, walking through the streets
Hoping they see me, who?
Him right with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of fire
Teeth barbwire, feet like tires
He opened up his mouth and out the locusts
Real hocus pocus trying to make me lose
I can't wake up plus I run fast enough to make it to the truck
So I yelled... but no came out
held me down, while the jackals ate my brain out
Then I woke (phew) close
Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all the wall
Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels, watching Blood
Sookie was gon' get smashed by and Bill
And out the of my eye, I thought I saw a few
The power went dead and on the of light
A ship carried me away at the speed of
I "please don't drop me, I'm scared to fall"
Just another call, the writing on the wall

Jay Electronica]
Am I or dreaming
Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons
Dear Lord, if I die
Then I'm looking for
Once I into the light

[Verse 2: Jay
you Times Square, I'm losing my mind
Ice on my nutsack, trying to freeze
Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz,
The late Simmons and a couple of limes
Blame Netflix, cousin of death was on the
Robotsand Goldwatchers all the setlist
Yes sir, kills rats
I'm running with my wolfpack Wolfman Jack
Crop circles under my
Am I coming, am I on this mushroom high
I can't lie, feel to be me
Feel to be free, feel good to be in 3D on MTV
Knock, knock, who's
Pop, slip the rabbit hole
Back to a match of Scattergories (Uhh)
Snap out of it man you got to save face for the politics and...