[Verse 1: Cesar Comanche]
Woke up from a dream today. Paid a price to sleep
Hope it won’t come true. Man, I do pray
Started in a carway. Ill outcome
This one scene in my head where she won’t stay
There ain’t shit I could do. Vision true knew
That I shouldn’t hate before bed. Yo, I’m through
Music from a didgeridoo, constant sound
In background. All bugged out, singing blues
A mysterious man, real tall, had
No face, world in the center of his ill space
Then a book titled “Disgrace” dropped down
And the man vanished without a trace
[Hook: Cesar Comanche]
“This gift that I gave you, if mistreated
Will enslave you.” That’s what it said
First line in black and white. Dream on to smile
Last time I ate at night, ran through my mind
“This gift that I gave you, if mistreated
Will enslave you.” Man, that’s deep
Feel weak, no waking up—I’m real stuck
Wish I had not fell asleep
[Verse 2: Cesar Comanche]
I ran on and you know it wasn’t long
‘Til I saw the state of the world that I was in
Expressed through sight and sound if you’re itching
To scratch and even occasional backspin
Relax if you comprehend ‘cause, with reading
Material, it’s just speaking to me, a special friend
This text is written in lyrical, yo, with nothing
Satirical. Literal, perplex on how it ends
People were creating trends from thin air
Cornucopia styles, natural Ric Flair
Cats wanted something rare. Then the hunger
Stopped, changed dreams into a nightmare
Woke up from a dream today. Paid a price to sleep
Hope it won’t come true. Man, I do pray
Started in a carway. Ill outcome
This one scene in my head where she won’t stay
There ain’t shit I could do. Vision true knew
That I shouldn’t hate before bed. Yo, I’m through
Music from a didgeridoo, constant sound
In background. All bugged out, singing blues
A mysterious man, real tall, had
No face, world in the center of his ill space
Then a book titled “Disgrace” dropped down
And the man vanished without a trace
[Hook: Cesar Comanche]
“This gift that I gave you, if mistreated
Will enslave you.” That’s what it said
First line in black and white. Dream on to smile
Last time I ate at night, ran through my mind
“This gift that I gave you, if mistreated
Will enslave you.” Man, that’s deep
Feel weak, no waking up—I’m real stuck
Wish I had not fell asleep
[Verse 2: Cesar Comanche]
I ran on and you know it wasn’t long
‘Til I saw the state of the world that I was in
Expressed through sight and sound if you’re itching
To scratch and even occasional backspin
Relax if you comprehend ‘cause, with reading
Material, it’s just speaking to me, a special friend
This text is written in lyrical, yo, with nothing
Satirical. Literal, perplex on how it ends
People were creating trends from thin air
Cornucopia styles, natural Ric Flair
Cats wanted something rare. Then the hunger
Stopped, changed dreams into a nightmare
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