SoulChef, Need Not Worry - Drifting In A Daydream lyrics

You got me drifting in a daydream

I woke up from a nice nap
She got her head on my lap
Complaining of a broken back
Hand palming on her rear end
Putting on her earrings
Body guards stand and watch
They don't fear men
Awake, I need a couple minutes to inflate
Long sleep
I need to build the winters for the snakes
They often say there's more to him
Or who the part men
Part scorpion - will he meta-morph again?
My temple is extravagant
Lavish, palace of gold
Marble floors with beautiful crown mold
Chariot on the low for patrol
Sitting on the throne to the public
An arc for the covenant
Divine women in fine linen, feeding me grapes
They're all fanning me down, they want dates
Sipping the elixir of life
I write cuneiform poetry
They ask if I can spit it to them vocally

I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all
You got me drifting in a daydream
I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all

I woke up from a nice nap
She got her hands on my back
Another gold throne aphrodisiac
I just wanna sit for a few minutes at least
Get a grip exhale a rhythm of speech
The labyrinth is deep, dark
The secrets separated when
The thoughts weakened
Waiting for the weekend word got me bugging
I'm stuck searching for meaning
The night breathes life and you could
Smell it in the evening
Close my eyes, refined breath moves sturdy
With defined steps in a
Robe of divine threads
My eyes wept at the secrets they kept
Mind sends messages to the people they swept
I'm fighting with whatever's left
I stay far off guard from the radar lost
The deep quasar core not a rebel of loss
I penetrate your dimensional flaws
I'm fighting an incredible cause for y'all

I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all
You got me drifting in a daydream
I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all

I woke up from a nice nap
I got my head on her lap
Stroking my hair, she letting me relax
Under an olive tree sipping crushed grapes
Staring at the aerial anomalies
As the sun paints
Below the dirt seeds uprooted as trees
They procreate in numbers of three, five
To eight embrace moods
Washing my chariot in the day's noon
A role model for the fetuses in wombs
A document's built skilled conglomerates
If you follow it
Harness the knowledge, construct monuments
My mental honour is
Synonymous to Mediterranean
Mesopotamian scholars and astrologists
Praised for chivalry
Moving through the temples of antiquity
Follow my trail through ubiquity
Coming to my senses soon, ever since noon
As heaven looms over us under a crescent moon

I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all
You got me drifting in a daydream
I know it seems that I'm stuck right here
But I'm not y'all