Within a dream, I try to catch myself, and awaken myself
Before I dream of something else
(And have the greatest song ever wrote) (ooh)
And with a hazy eye, I build myself upright
Grab for my pen and screw, to bear my soul and I hope
The hand can translate my flow (hmm)
For overzealous pen it seems
It has a dream of being
The ink of man's soul
The greatest pen this hand will ever hold
Sometimes in the journey though, the mind to pen seems so cold
The translation is hard to hold, and we ain't even got to the studio
And now she waits to distract my motivated stroll
Come back to bed, is the song she sings
She hates when I wake her from her lucid dream
But she don't know what this song could mean
(Oh I) Why can't it wait
Wait til the sun's a little bit higher
She still burns from last nights fire
And she wants me to douse the flame
But wait, If I did the song wouldn't be the same
I'm sorry

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Writer(s): Andwele Gardner