Dream (feat. The Procussions)
J'm'endors plus vite le ventre plein et les bourses vides
Cette nuit, je vais rêver, je suis à cours de weed
Le ciel est dégagé, et La Grande Ourse brille
J'me sens comme un niveau à bulle dans la vieille Tour de Pise
Donc j'ferme les paupières, fonce à la vitesse de la lumière
À bord d'un bateau-mouche tsé-tsé
J'y fais la poussière, admire des poissons-lunes, des dodos et des chimères
Tandis que j'pourfends des zombies et des sorcières avec mon sexe stressé
Puis j'mets de belles fessées à mes fantasmes et mes pulsions
Histoire de déstresser, j'gravis des pics de pollution
Nocturne, enfile mon costume de Marchand de Sable
Chevauche un tigre à dents de sabre et fume avec fierté
J'tisse des toiles de maître, fist une étoile de mer
Hérisse les poils d'un kiwi très sale évadé d'l'orifice d'un prêtre
Ça y est, j'ai la main verte, je drague les insectes
J'avale des bolées de lave avant de dévaler des vagues de vingt mètres
Fell asleep in a car with a match in my hand
Remember Elysee Montmartre? Well it happened again
I was laughing with friends filling a flask full of gin
Feeling like I was so silly for rapping to them when really my car had no passengers in
Blacked out in a Twingo bashed out all it's windows
Bought a gallon of gas and stepped on it like- how fast does this thing go?
Deranged and could care less, I'm just a stranger in Paris
Drove to the Zenith clothed in some Kleenex with toiletry rolls arranged in a headdress;
Sleeping on me said that I'm getting too old
Now I'm sleeping on them making a "hit" when they step in the road
They say that I've taken the ride but are they so sure I'm the driver?
They say I was waiting outside- playing some, "Earth, Wind, and..."
Wondering how I got here I'm in a room much like
My own feeling comfortable at first and then it got weird
The living room outside of the room is from another house
In another country that I used to live in '92;
Stuck inside of a loop, and the nights enough time
But I must find my ticket to make it across the city before I'm
In a rough situation, that I must fear though it's unclear why I'm
Suddenly at this station, with a couple of zombies chasing
Armies pacing street adjacent to a riot, that's gone silent
Fire in the sky Below's a man that's yelling violently
"I'm Portuguese and Scottish" with his hands tied behind
Inside his Honda Phillip Bailey wailing ba dee ya now why am in this. Dream, chaque nuit, j'deviens immortel
Dream, j'm'épanouis dans ce pêle-mêle
Dream, j'rêve d'un songe éternel
Mon esprit se déchaîne pendant que j'remue les orteils
Dream, chaque nuit, je deviens immortel
Dream, j'm'épanouis dans ce pêle-mêle
Dream, j'rêve d'un songe éternel
J'bave sur l'oreiller en traquant démons et merveilles
Cette nuit, je vais rêver, je suis à cours de weed
Le ciel est dégagé, et La Grande Ourse brille
J'me sens comme un niveau à bulle dans la vieille Tour de Pise
Donc j'ferme les paupières, fonce à la vitesse de la lumière
À bord d'un bateau-mouche tsé-tsé
J'y fais la poussière, admire des poissons-lunes, des dodos et des chimères
Tandis que j'pourfends des zombies et des sorcières avec mon sexe stressé
Puis j'mets de belles fessées à mes fantasmes et mes pulsions
Histoire de déstresser, j'gravis des pics de pollution
Nocturne, enfile mon costume de Marchand de Sable
Chevauche un tigre à dents de sabre et fume avec fierté
J'tisse des toiles de maître, fist une étoile de mer
Hérisse les poils d'un kiwi très sale évadé d'l'orifice d'un prêtre
Ça y est, j'ai la main verte, je drague les insectes
J'avale des bolées de lave avant de dévaler des vagues de vingt mètres
Fell asleep in a car with a match in my hand
Remember Elysee Montmartre? Well it happened again
I was laughing with friends filling a flask full of gin
Feeling like I was so silly for rapping to them when really my car had no passengers in
Blacked out in a Twingo bashed out all it's windows
Bought a gallon of gas and stepped on it like- how fast does this thing go?
Deranged and could care less, I'm just a stranger in Paris
Drove to the Zenith clothed in some Kleenex with toiletry rolls arranged in a headdress;
Sleeping on me said that I'm getting too old
Now I'm sleeping on them making a "hit" when they step in the road
They say that I've taken the ride but are they so sure I'm the driver?
They say I was waiting outside- playing some, "Earth, Wind, and..."
Wondering how I got here I'm in a room much like
My own feeling comfortable at first and then it got weird
The living room outside of the room is from another house
In another country that I used to live in '92;
Stuck inside of a loop, and the nights enough time
But I must find my ticket to make it across the city before I'm
In a rough situation, that I must fear though it's unclear why I'm
Suddenly at this station, with a couple of zombies chasing
Armies pacing street adjacent to a riot, that's gone silent
Fire in the sky Below's a man that's yelling violently
"I'm Portuguese and Scottish" with his hands tied behind
Inside his Honda Phillip Bailey wailing ba dee ya now why am in this. Dream, chaque nuit, j'deviens immortel
Dream, j'm'épanouis dans ce pêle-mêle
Dream, j'rêve d'un songe éternel
Mon esprit se déchaîne pendant que j'remue les orteils
Dream, chaque nuit, je deviens immortel
Dream, j'm'épanouis dans ce pêle-mêle
Dream, j'rêve d'un songe éternel
J'bave sur l'oreiller en traquant démons et merveilles
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Christopher Medeiros, Brian Elliot Roberson, Pascal Luvisi, Sebastien Gonzalez, Derrick D Curtis
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