Von Pea, Pretty Solero, Spec Boogie, Jermiside - Dreams lyrics

I'm sicka this class man
You can send me to detention i'on even care
Robert was sleep, not to be snitchin'
But Robert was sleep a few minutes ago
Ilyas is sleep now all you see is Devon tho
All I hear is Devon devon this, Devon that
Always, man, you can send me to detention
Jermaine's still sleeping right now

Dreamsof miscellaneous scenes
The zaniest things
I can't explain why it seems to happen
I fall asleep
And all the sheep and Z's get to crackin'
Thoughts invadin' my mental space
When I'm supposed to be relaxin'
Under the sheets chillaxin'
From some all night skeetin' action
I roll over and see visions
Of grey castles collapsin'
Around me so I'm racing through the door


Breakin' camp like I seen a bear
Didn't even think to save that girl
Imma leave her there
Twirlin' on her beaver hair
Merlin got some weed to share
Swirlin' his magic wand
Hurlin' on his beach chair
Slue-footed gorillas ride porcupines
With nines through the skies, colorful
Just like some Heinz design
In a land where orangutans wear karate shoes
Blood drippin' from they fangs
Like they wanna body dudes
Me and a midget named Bobby chillin
While some hottie ooze
Where I am, not a clue i must be dreamin'

When I entered the room it was just 7 and 2
At different tables, not a clue what to do
At different tables, not a clue what to do?
She got a twin named 3
He arrived later than 2 with his boy 13
The last person came cuz it was her Sweet 16
All of the guys seemed odd, except 9
Cuz 9's a part of a prime squad
10 couldn't wait before she could say a word
She got snuffed by 8 9, he didn't mind
So he gave 10 his time to say

Damn I guess 10 is shy
When I entered the room it was just 7 and 2
Now 11 and 1 beefin' they
Wearin' the same suit and 12 is instigatin'
3 grabbed 2 they ran with 13
11 started to shoot 14 had got hit
And she was fifteen
God, this why you can't hang with my bars

Waking up in bed again
Somethin' really different tho
Out the window
Saw my dad sittin' on the couch with remote
In his hands, sittin' back
Now he's aiming at me, he pressed number 53
Man, change it back room changed to a pan
On the cooking channel
And the chef about to cook me, damn
Ran out on the handle
Then I jumped into a garbage can
Then my dad turned again
Now I'm in the A Team van
And Mr t hates me, man
Interrogating bout a key to a tape
And I can see this is more than TV
So I kicked him with my boot pause
Aw shoot guess my dad pressed mute
Thank you now I'm rollin' in a coupe
With the Wayans Brothers dressed
Like White Chicks aw man, that's it!
Threw a fit and grabbed a brick
Threw it at the screen
Then I woke up from my dream
I should cut back on the smoke
Then I heard my dad yell "My TV just broke"

This weed I just choked must be PC pope
No joke because my coat just turned
From fly to feathers
I must've been to heaven
Cuz in the clouds naked
Was Pam Grier from '79 nia Long from '97
Lena Horne from Cabin in the Sky
Eartha Kitt and Halle, siamese
Pleasing to the eye
Jourdan Dunn with nothin' but
Some Jordan 1's on
While Chaka Khan and Vanity was
Singing me a song big Lez danced along
Lindsey Von with the bong
Tyra with the lighter
Noémie Lenoir with the bomb sess
Ah yes, treatin' me like royalty
Oprah said I'm fresh
So all she ever wanted to do was spoil me
They all wanna hit
But Mother Nature want the d
And seeing that she's supreme being
She gets first pick
I was just about to hit, then I feel a pinch
Woke up to my angry b
Like "Yo, who the fk is Cinnamon?"