CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : When I Finally Wake
Yesterday I lost the plot
Found myself pressed against the mental state I once forgot
I put my slippers on and wandered out the front door
I thought I wanted everything, in fact I wanted much more
Crunched floor, I couldn’t tell if I was asleep
In a dream, or if I simply couldn’t buy what I see
I cried at the scene, but inside I kinda just beamed
I felt alive for the first time in time, I could breathe
My hospital gown was flapping in the black cloud of
Optional sound collapsing in the background
I lost what I found and sat down and thought
‘This is some way to spend a sunny 3AM’
And my brain’s gone
I’m getting brains on my fakе shades, long
Am I insane? Full of shame imagination
I takе pain as an available arrangement
I kept my hateful face like an angel in amazement
Like a baby in a manger
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up
Like a rave within a raver
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love
Well I was just another youngin’ tryna top what came before us
And thought that all that awful pot was rotten to the chorus
I was thoughtless
Call the US veterans dinosaurs
As I was standing on the shoulders of some monstrous brontosaurus
Recording off the top of course, we all thought we was flawless
I’m not gone but get forgotten like your problems in the autumn sun
Talking dumb to port gum in with a forked tongue
Love to all the [?] bars, man
If you excuse the repet**ion, I’m a bars man
Artisan, wordsmith, and craftsman
That’s trying to encapsulate true human spirit
While living becomes an act of faith
Maybe aged, begat jaded, begat serious
Years of repet**ion aren’t the same thing as experience
Keep on getting schooled, it never seems to educate ‘em
We could freestyle or rap our back catalogs verbatim
Heart on my cuff, blatant
Came in to prove nothing
Stated to be creative
Maybe my name’s dubbed in the wave of history
Echo through ages and save just one in the generations to come
Might feel touched or relate, done
I treat loops like meat soup
Eat ‘em like a carnivore
Raps I treat like ma**acres adapted from ‘The Art of War’
Treat the [?] like [?]
The craft of pure meaning
Just tryna pour the heart into its hardened form
Like a baby in a manger
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up
Like a rave within a raver
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love
Found myself pressed against the mental state I once forgot
I put my slippers on and wandered out the front door
I thought I wanted everything, in fact I wanted much more
Crunched floor, I couldn’t tell if I was asleep
In a dream, or if I simply couldn’t buy what I see
I cried at the scene, but inside I kinda just beamed
I felt alive for the first time in time, I could breathe
My hospital gown was flapping in the black cloud of
Optional sound collapsing in the background
I lost what I found and sat down and thought
‘This is some way to spend a sunny 3AM’
And my brain’s gone
I’m getting brains on my fakе shades, long
Am I insane? Full of shame imagination
I takе pain as an available arrangement
I kept my hateful face like an angel in amazement
Like a baby in a manger
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up
Like a rave within a raver
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love
Well I was just another youngin’ tryna top what came before us
And thought that all that awful pot was rotten to the chorus
I was thoughtless
Call the US veterans dinosaurs
As I was standing on the shoulders of some monstrous brontosaurus
Recording off the top of course, we all thought we was flawless
I’m not gone but get forgotten like your problems in the autumn sun
Talking dumb to port gum in with a forked tongue
Love to all the [?] bars, man
If you excuse the repet**ion, I’m a bars man
Artisan, wordsmith, and craftsman
That’s trying to encapsulate true human spirit
While living becomes an act of faith
Maybe aged, begat jaded, begat serious
Years of repet**ion aren’t the same thing as experience
Keep on getting schooled, it never seems to educate ‘em
We could freestyle or rap our back catalogs verbatim
Heart on my cuff, blatant
Came in to prove nothing
Stated to be creative
Maybe my name’s dubbed in the wave of history
Echo through ages and save just one in the generations to come
Might feel touched or relate, done
I treat loops like meat soup
Eat ‘em like a carnivore
Raps I treat like ma**acres adapted from ‘The Art of War’
Treat the [?] like [?]
The craft of pure meaning
Just tryna pour the heart into its hardened form
Like a baby in a manger
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, hate, it’s all the state of wonder when I wake up
Like a rave within a raver
Duct tape my brain up and make it even stranger
Like a mate I’d done a favour
Love, have, it’s all the vodka chaser, but I chase love
