When I was a child I'd catch a fever and have the worst nightmares
I'd sit there half awake and half asleep and express all my fears
I terrified my parents once by being in a zombies trance
And shouting about things that were dancing inside the shadows by the plants
And the boom box that wouldn't turn off and the sound outside the house
I thought they were dropping bombs as my fever approached a hundred and four now
But as you get older you get tougher and your dreams start to shift
But it's funny as you get tougher you start to get weaker on the little bits of shit
You'll wake up after a little flash and your heart'll start to race
And it seems like a memory, the same time a premonition you can't escape
Maybe it's fate and you were calling it before it ever friggin' happens
And if that's the truth the I am scared as hell because I don't like that action
I don't like to be so held captive by my brain and know the truth
I'd like to have it all just happen, the fall of the dominoes too

But I'm about to fly out to Texas to play some shows and shit
Stand on stage do some rappin' and talk my way into free drinks
And I'm sure it'll all be fine - just pass as smoothly as the rest of it
But if it happens the way it happened in the dream I just fall to bits
In the dream it was just a simple flash and it scared me for some reason
And I woke up in the morning, my head sweatin', heavy breathing
I rented a hotel room inside the dream, inside the trip
But it wasn't a room, more like a mansion with a million rooms I guess
And I walk from room to room and none of 'em ever seem to connect
The hallways kinda shifted and on the floor I just seemed to slip
And I woke up the next day just wondering why this made sense
And why this bothered me so bad for the next twenty four hours kid
It's funny how a little bit will affect you for so long
It's like it's a premonition, it's like it's a fact that you knew all along
But all of a sudden you may have something that just shifts and it changes
A dream that's beautiful and it makes life just seem so outrageous
And at the same time you get this stupid little nightmare crap
And it affects you for weeks on end and you can't make sense of that
And sometimes a dream seems so inexplainably perfect
That when you wake up you realise that reality's worthless
And it hurts, you wanna just roll back and go to sleep
And pick up exactly where you left off and never skip a beat
But it never seems to work this way, the dreams have us by the balls
And we just try to make the sense of it all and connect the fucking dots
So as you explore this fucking week that I am about to embark on
Inside these stupid freestyles and dreams I talk about in songs
I hope you get a bit of me and I hope I get a bit of it too
And we can make sense and have us a cup of coffee and talk the truth