[Intro:]
Are you the first original Mickey Mouse? (Yea)
[Verse: Mickey Factz]
Narcoleptic for S's with railroads through it (Hey!)
Dreams of money can get you a jail pose viewing (The
Sheriff!)
Beepers and cell phone users are coke rulers
So in summer when snows moving, the roads ruined
Get a plow, get a blaow, get a trial
For a rich lawyer to get it reconciled
These dreams turn to nightmares, you'll see Freddy
smile
Your life can end in one ring like a wedding vow (The
telephone!)
Phone call bout a bread pile will get you drowned
Indecent Proposal can leave your whole bed defiled
You want Moore like Demi so for the chedder now
Ain't nothing on sale but you selling out
Look where you headed
Looking for a comforter but not where ya bed is
For that green sheet you count sheep like a shepherd
Psalm 23 on repeat like a record (That's scratched from
the beginning)
Slumber for the presidents (Ha Ha!)
They tried to kill Reagan twice that's evidence (Ha
Ha!)
Women put their bodies for display and sell a bit but
not celibate
They waking up hell bent, feeling devilish
Money is the root of all evil so the message is
The relatives on ya family tree can be your nemesis
Visions of canopies, counting salaries in the crib
Isn't reality but the fantasy helps ya live
Homeless people street dream but they can't handle, so
they panhandle (OK!)
Water washed away they sand castle
Now they trapped inside of a black apple
Where the worms go back and forth like hand paddles
Hanging off a fire escape I see it all
Hand on a ladder, making my words be a wall
Could have studied at Seton Hall, but luckily
Me and art don't snore or yawn, either or
I'm back bro (Hey!)
Singing lullabies for the cash flow (Hey!)
They call me butterfly cause I'm that dope
Stutter lines got called a cocoon, but when the stacks
grow, I attract folks
They assholes who jump in their sleep, tadpoles in
bathrobes
Now all they can do is nap so
They attach dough to fabric up on a flagpole
Salute it like Castro, beauties turn beast for it, no
glass rose
And they would lie worse than Pinocchio's last nose,
and that's low
Inspiring actress on a mattress
Slipping out of a black dress, just to be that next
Star, Bet on that ass and ass bet
Pillow fights to cash checks, silly right? Yes
Eyes wide shut
If that's the window to your soul, put your blinds up
Daydreaming 'bout my bucks
At least I see what I'm doing so when I rise up
Dollar signs in my eye ducts
Cry tears that make sense, blind fear makes strength
My brush sways left, blind folded to the paint sketch
(OK!)
My eyes rolling while I take breaths (Yezzir!)
If I doze then I may have slept on what I may have
dreamt (Oh Boy!)
Hold up like I made a tent
I'm broke but I'm still paying rent
I'm living like I'm bed ridden how my day is spent
I'm hanging with SegaSonic, but everybody think it's
Kemp
Fall asleep with a woman for a ladies scent
Penny for her thoughts, I need closure (Ha Ha!)
Want to be well-rested when it's over (Ha Ha!)
One hand on the holster
Because before I get broke, I'll put myself in a coma
