Dreams Songtext
von Von Pea

I′m sick of this class, man, you can send me to detention
I don't 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 though
All I hear is Devon, Devon this, Devon that
Always, man, you can send me to detention
Germaine's still sleeping right now

Dreams of miscellaneous scenes
The zaniest things, I can't explain why it seems to happen
I fall asleep and all the sheep in Z′s get to crackin′
Thoughts invadin' my mental space when I′m 'posed to be relaxin′

Under the sheets chillaxin' from some all-night skeetin′ action
I roll over and see visions of grey capsules collapsin'
Around me so I'm racin′ through the door
Breakin′ camp like I seen a bear

Didn't even think to save that girl, I′ma leave her there
Twirlin' on a beaver hair, Merlin got some weed to share


Swirlin′ his magic wand, hurlin' on his beach chair
Slew-footed gorillas ride porcupines with nines
Through the skies colorful just like some Hines designs
In the land where orangutans wear karate shoes
Blood drippin′ from they fangs like they wanna body dudes
Me and a midget named Bobby chillin' watch the potty ooze
Where I am? Not a clue, I must be dreaming

When I entered the room, it was just Seven and Two
At different tables, not a clue what to do
At different tables, not a clue what to do
She got a twin named Three
He arrived later than Two with his boy Thirteen
The last person came 'cause it was her sweet sixteen
All of the guys seemed odd
Except Nine ′cause Nine′s a part of her prom squad
Ten couldn't wait
Before she could say a word, she got snuffed by Eight

Nine, he didn′t mind, so he gave Ten his time to say

"Damn, I guess Ten is shy"
When I entered the room, it was just Seven and Two
Now Eleven and One beefin', they wearin′ the same suit
And Twelve is instigatin', Three grabbed Two
They ran with Thirteen, Eleven started to shoot
Fourteen had got hit and she was fifteen
God, this is why you can′t hang with my bars


Wakin' up in bed again, somethin' really different though
Out the window, saw my dad on the couch sittin′ with remote
In his hand, he′s sittin' back, ′cept now he's aimin′ at
Me and pressed number fifty-three, man, change it back
Room changed to a pan on the cookin' 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, he hates me, man, interrogatin' 'bout a key
To a safe and I can see this is more than TV

So I kicked him with my boot—ah shoot
Guess my dad pressed mute, thank you

Now I′m rollin′ in the coupe
With the Wayans brothers dressed like white chicks

Ah 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 PCPoke
No joke because my coat just turned from fly to feathers
I must′ve been to Heaven
'Cause in the clouds naked was Pam Grier from ′79
Nia Long from '97, Lena Horne from Cabin in the Sky
Eartha Kitt and Halle′s Siamese pleasin' to the eye

Jordan Dunn with nothin' but some Jordan 1′s on
While Chaka Khan and Vanity were singin′ me a song
Big Les danced along, Danze Mon with the bong
Tyra with the lighter, Naomi Lenoir with the bomb sess
Ah yes, treatin' me like royalty
Oprah said I′m fresh, so all she ever wanna do is spoil me
They all want a hit but Mother Nature want the dick
And seein' that she′s supreme bein', she gets first pick
I was just about to hit then I feel a pinch
Woke up to my angry bitch like, "Yo, who the fuck is Cinnamon?"