Drunk Dreaming - Open Mike Eagle, Paul White

Nothing’s the same

I forgot what they call you but what’s in a name

I’m buzzed, unashamed

I forgot who I was now my blood’s full of flames

Now watch me do this dance

I feel like I’m in True Romance (where the director at?)

And all my thoughts is loud

Little man on my shoulder trying to talk me down

Couldn’t sit so I walked around

I thought I saw a clown so I fought the crowd (kill 'em all)

And every time I close my eyes

A tiny Obama in a drone flies by

Now Gladys hold my calls

It’s the future I’m about to try to fold my walls

Now I know I’m gone

Feeling like these random strangers know my songs (but they don’t)

I’m still in my dance

In a full body robe while I clench my hands

Then I shut my eyes

And Martin Luther King in a bus drives by (what up)

I yell «what up, Doc?»

He waves back at me and says:

«Mike, you the motherfucking man»

(Drunk dreaming)

Pardon me Mr Officer

The room spinning and my thoughts are blurred (Drunk dreaming)

This might be dumb but where’d them butterfly wings on your face come from?

(Drunk dreaming)

I need to take a poll right now:

Who else has got a belly full of ocean water?

(Drunk dreaming)

I might be wrong but maybe life is just a Crucial Conflict song

I whispered «oh my god»

But ended shouting «Bout to blow my wad!»

Getting mad cause I can’t find my iPod

It’s really bad cause I don’t even have an iPod

I’m damn close to filling my void

Ain’t nobody killing my noise

It’s like a vampire

Replace the stake in the heart with a burrito to the face

I can’t even taste it though

I’m still trying to do this dance

Doing terrible impressions like «yo who’s this man?»

This kind of night makes your crew disband

But I’d rather be solo so fuck all twelve of y’all

Is anybody else warm?

Shots of Energon until we all transform

Call me Jameson Prime

He said whatever came to his mind

Cause he don’t give a fuck

Drunk dreaming

The room spinning and it’s all a blur (drunk dreaming)

Now I’m at my house

You trying to give me a ticket for blacking out on my own couch?

(drunk dreaming)

I tell you how I got back home

A shot of Patron turned me to a damn time traveler

And I’m oh so shook to see an unlined photo book