Lyrics of 'Dream Eater' by Kill Bill: The Rapper

I had a dream that I had woke up
It turned out to be a nightmare
You ever been stuck? Well so what, I'm a roll up
Dos of something nice here, it don't fight fair and I'm gone
A phantom in the night, right
Motherfuckers slacking while they ramble about the zeitgeist
And Sci-Fi, I called it right?

When I should have been making songs
I was training my sixth man, trying to catch that Kangaskhan
I don't know what's going on with me, beyond sickly my mental state
I compromised my art form to say that I could innovate
I feel like I'm not me no more, but pray for my resemblance's sake
Stepping backwards in it, that's a detrimental pace
You gotta love yourself before you let your guard down
I'm in the night sky, just praying that I don't fall down
I had dreams of being star-bound, a falling-comet
I will smoke until I stop-motion, I'm Wallace, Gromit: Light the fire

The time is right
You hold me tight
And love's got me high

Man, I used to give a fuck about rap
Two shits for these games
I'm above all these names word to Waka Flocka Flame
I went hard into paint, used to do this for the art too
Then I met you, cupid struck my heart with a harpoon
And I was pulled in, deeper and deeper
My cares for this world got weaker and weaker
My hopes and my dreams? They left with the sleeper
Just to walk home with you, probably think I'm a creeper
This is cliche

But you are more than a friend to me
I know there's nothing I can do, If you were only in to me
Before I left, but now I'm back, and I would do anything
I can't do anything, unless it's got to do with you
I'd rather walk with Emily, I guess I got some work to do
Despite the hurt, still this fucking work is due
If it took ten years, shit, I'd rather work with you
'Cause ten years seems near, if I knew I could be with you
That's the truth

The time is right
You hold me tight
And love's got me high

Good evening melancholy
Sometimes I wish I'd leave this hellish body and relieve myself from meaningless distress
But tonight, you ain't seeing me upset
No, my girl ain't get back with me, nor at least send me a text and nah
My parents still believe that I ain't shit
And my pockets still as empty as the week before I left
And no, I still ain't get no sleep, I need a rest
Inconceivably obsessed with perceiving, self is seemingly a risk
But at last, I've conceived some intellect
Intercept that inner-threat and transform it using sense
Lost a lot of blood, but gained a lot of water since
It'll probably sound corny, and mad boring to my friends
But thanks to them I'm sitting mad complacent on this bench
Gazing at the stars in this space I feel content
I may have not always conquered all the places that I've went
But I've always felt contented with the faces that I've met