Promoe - The logic of dreams | Текст песни

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• The logic of dreams

With the logic of dreams and the science of sleep I decipher
what I'm trying to see, see through all the lies and deceive this
is what I write when I'm too tired to speak
I open my eyes I must have fell asleep
in the studio with this loud beat on repeat?
shit, what time is it - look at my phone that's right - I switched
it off just to be left alone so I check my computer and it's after
midnight hours must have passed since I told astma sit tight
now I'm ready to record with my raspy windpipe if I could just
remember that other half I did write feeling like I crawled inside
the music underneath that layer of skin running over keys on a
piano where you sit kneeling in a prayer for my sins then the
studio transform into a stage and all I hear is the crowd booing
me cus I'm forgetting all my lyrics so you pinch me to convince
me that I ain't dreaming but I just can't get rid of this feeling
that
Maybe my life ain't what it seem to be
what if it's true that sleep's the cousin of death maybe
someone is just dreaming me then I hope she's not about to
wake up yet
no not yet I just wanna finish this song stretch it try to make
every minute this long I just can't understand how living is
wrong so I'm a keep breathing until the rhythm is gone but
this rhythm of the night lingers on till the break of dawn astma
rocwell pass that bottle let me take a sip of the potent potion
of the liquid beats overflowing the Molotov cocktail taking me
back to that state of subconsciousness am I asleep or awake
floating in mid air I vision a face and it's talking to me suddenly
it starts shifting its shape into someone I recognize... it looks
like krs I don't know exactly why but I'm telling him this I'm not
a blunt getting smoked that can't wake up I'm a dream and I
hope that she won't wake up because
Maybe my life ain't what it seem to be
what if it's true that sleep's the cousin of death maybe
someone is just dreaming me then I hope she's not about to
wake up yet
Turn the music down low
so she doesn't wake up no
Maybe my life ain't what it seem to be
what if it's true that sleep's the cousin of death maybe
someone is just dreaming me then I hope she's not about to
wake up yet