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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Performer
Jill Scott
Jill Scott
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Kallman
Craig Kallman
Songwriter
Raymond Vincent
Raymond Vincent
Songwriter
David Mackay
David Mackay
Songwriter
SYLVAIN VANHOLME
SYLVAIN VANHOLME
Songwriter
Wasalu Jaco
Wasalu Jaco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Chill
The Chill
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries Scared of heights, so I might pass out if he flies Keep him on Autopilot 'cause I can't drive Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride Unless they sittin' on the shoulders but that's way too high Let's try not to step on the children The news cameras' filmin', this walkin' project buildin' Now there's hoes sellin' hoes like right around the toes And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs And there's a car chase goin' on at the west Keep a vest on my chest I'm sittin' in my room as I'm lookin' out the face Somethin' to write about I still got some damage from fightin' the White House Just a daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day Now come on, everybody, let's make cocaine cool We need a few more half naked women up in the pool And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels And can you please put your titties closer to the 22's? And where's the champagne? We need champagne Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand And now hold up your chain, slow motion through the flames Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin' I wonder if it knows what the world is keepin' Up both sleeves, while he lay there dreamin' Me and my robot tip-toe 'round creepin' I had to turn my back on what got you paid I couldn't see, had the hood on me like Abu Ghraib But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy And all the televisions out there that raised me I was daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day
Writer(s): Raymond Vincent, Sylveer Van Holmen, David Mackay, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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