Jay Electronica - A Million In The Morning lyrics

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 that 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 it'self

He was clearly 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

I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn
Visions of my dead father
Hoppin' out the urn
King James, Sigmund Freud, Mussolini
Nietzsche if they miss me on the CB
They gonna get me through the TV
I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming
Walking through the city streets
Hoping they don't see me, who?
Him right there with hands like a tiger
Eyeballs of fire
Teeth like barbwire, feet like tires
He opened up his mouth and
Out came the locusts
Real hocus pocus trying to make me lose focus
I can't wake up plus I couldn't run fast
Enough to make it to the truck
So I yelled but no sound came out
Teacher held me down
While the jackals ate my brain out
Then I woke (phew) close call
Stumbled to the bathroom
Pissed all over the wall
Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels
Watching True Blood
Sookie was gon' get smashed by Eric and Bill
And out the corner of my eye
I thought I saw a few
The power went dead and on the beam of light
A ship carried me away at the speed of light
I said: "please, don't drop me
I'm scared to fall" just another close call
The writing on the wall
Am I concious or dreaming
Peeping Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons
Dear Lord, if I die tonight
Then I'm looking for revenge
Once I step into the light

Fuck you Times Square, I'm losing my mind
Ice on my nutsack, trying to freeze time
Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz, Hobos
The late Richard Simmons and
A couple of limes blame Netflix
Cousin of death was on the guestlist
Robots and Goldwatch all over the setlist
Yes sir, Decon kills rats
I'm running with my wolfpack
Like Wolfman Jack crop circles under my eyes
Am I coming, am I going on this mushroom high
I can't lie, feel good to be me
Feel good to be free
Feel good to be in 3D on MTV
Knock, knock, who's there?
Pop, slip down the rabbit hole
Back to a never-ending match of Scattergories
(Uhh) snap out of it man because you got
To save face for the politics and