Look, talking pure tihs' mate

Same as the last rapper, same as the one before him

Bla bla bla

Let's hear another tune about Bucky (Heard it)

Weed (Heard it), or little dirties (Heard it all before)

Is that all you got?

I've heard people do an entire album

(Well they call it an album)

Thousands of lyrics, and not said anything

Nothing, what's the point in you mate?

Do you have one?

We're all fighting to be the king of nothing

The king of this, I want to top this

I want to be top of the scene, the scene

Top what? There's nothing to top

Werd used to be the crazy one

Now Drew's that pissed off I can't tell the difference

Trying to give me advice? Nah, keep that

But know what? I'm falling about the shot

Falling into walls, steaming (Reeking)

And the worst thing is people look up to me

Me? You have to laugh or cry mate

You have to laugh or cry

Years wasted, I thought I left this place

I thought I was free, nightmare

Only way I'm free is the releases

You had dreams aye? Dream away...

I had a dream, sat in a river

Floated downstream just under the surface

And on the surface - that was a dream

But in that river, I dig a little deeper

Tree's overhang a walkway of pillars

All natural, yet straight as ever

I view head on, never look back

Sometimes submerged when most relaxed

Other dreams; a constant car crash

Or lost in a city that's so familiar

Somehow the car crash never kills ya

And sometimes I travel too far to map

I dream, lost in my dreams

In a world that's close, but not what it seems

In my dream, in my dreams

Reality is the true nightmare

Wake up, face up, do your job

Eat meat, have greed, be a faceless slob

Watch TV, easy, life no shock

Just relax, sit back and be forgot

Or not, be a legend mate

Don't be the thing that you want to break

Don't follow a path that you didn't make

And if you do, don't dare complain

Face facts, this path is alien to me

I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see

I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself

Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)

I had a dream, started running

But lose my breath so fast over nothing

Pull my legs cause they're not working

And really don't know why I can't function

Other times I get this feeling

That's when I work out I'm sleeping

So wake up, shake up, on the spot

Or continue in limbo in conscious thought

My third eye open

Or at least as much as I can focus

20-20 vision in my head

But I feel my inner chakra could use a lens

Make amends, don't want no Mercedes-Benz

Ice and gems, that don't make no men

I dream, lost in my dreams

In a world that's close, but not what it seems

In my dream, in my dreams

Reality is the true nightmare

Face facts, this path is alien to me

I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see

I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself

Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)

When I die, will I dream?

Will I float in the cosmos conscious being?

Space ghost host with a soul set free

Universal mind in a shared thought sea

Be, anything

See, everything

Feel, certain things

And limit out negative that the Devil brings

I'm a magnet to material madness

Mixed in a matrix made for the masses

We go online and it's so tragic

Fooling ourselves and become our own catfish

I dream, lost in my dreams

In a world that's close, but not what it seems

In my dream, in my dreams

Reality is the true nightmare

Face facts, this path is alien to me

I feel excluded from this life, with it's sights to see

I feel alone, and controlled, could implode on myself

Inner peace, inside me, is rarely felt (hell, hell, hell, help)