[Verse 1]

Eat after dinner, sleep like I'm dumb

I think like a winner, but I eat like a bum

So my visions get weird, my dreams weigh a ton

Sometimes a clue to what things may become

Other times nothin', but who am I to judge

The mind moves walls that the body won't budge

And the world that we walk in is just one realm

There's other frequencies in which other shit dwells

It's all new physics, but this ain't a class and this ain't a lesson

Cause scientific knowledge makes rap shit depressin'

Unless it's three ninjas that's eating [?] agenda

Remember my dreams cause they seem so indie

David Lynch shit, never G-rated Disney

Back in high school, wasn't much of a talker

Dream about getting with a girl that I know

Then I'd feel kinda awkward, every time I saw her

I'd think about the dream that I'd altered

And I'd feel like a grade-A stalker

Other times I fought aliens in saucers

Tried to punch hard, but my swings got softer

[Chorus]

Every piece of dialogue was all my own

I chose every color, every hue, every tone

In my bed, in my home, but it's still so confusin'

Everything I was shown was my own invention

The seeds I had sown in my own subconscious

Monsters I'd grown in my head on my own

But it's still so confusin'

Wrote the script all alone

Every piece of dialogue was all my own

I chose every color, every hue, every tone

In my bed, in my home, but it's still so confusin'

Everything I was shown was my own invention

The seeds I had sown in my own subconscious

Monsters I'd grown in my head on my own

But it's still so confusin'

[Verse 2]

Yo, yo

Peep the picture, fell asleep on the shitter

I heard God's voice and it sounded like—

Some Ds on twitter, no punctuation

Mostly leadership, but a lot of it complainin'

And that's just my opinion

I dream about riding on three-legged pigeons

I slept walked once, took a leak in the kitchen

And woke like nothin' happened, imagine

I'm laughin' in a dream 'til I broke my buttons

I saw my dead granny go by on buses

Each time I woke up with both thighs gushing, flustered

The mind makes pictures that are really space dust when you touch 'em