Verse 1:
And I've been sitting on top of a fucken cloud
yellow submarine vans and a blunt in my mouth
And I've been looking over the edge and out at the crowd
Lemme remind this is my dream I think out loud
The trip is weird but I like that
I sent you cash in an envelope no need to write back
Stella got her groove so I bought a a bottle of Stella for a night cap
I knew you'd like that
Cuz your like that
We'll travel to San Francisco
With flowers in our hair taking acid at the disco
I gotta another show in the evening maan. This life is so perfect this life is so blissful
O dream what a dream if you ever leave
I will miss you
In my solitude I do perceive
All I want all I want my hopes and dreams
always living on the fringes or so it seems


Verse 2:
Everything in this life that seems to have happened
always seem to be a consequence of another action
Like the fact that I'm rappin
It all happened cuz my brother bumped master p no limit got my feet tappin
And now I'm not really too sure if consequence is consequence and not just coincidence
And if coincidence is even close to the right word
To properly describe to you what just occurred
Fractions of fractals got my vision blurred
I was speaking in a dream that when I heard
the Universe from above me
Saying universe no one is above me
Recursive rhymes are signs that remind me of a time
When I was sittin on top of a fucken cloud
yellow submarine vans and a blunt in my mouth
Oh shit I degrees where am I at now
I think I lost my place somewhere out in space
I can't feel my face drugs in suit case
The trip is weird but I think that I like that
Oh shit Why did I write that
Am I in a dream with little bits of reality bleeding in between?
O dream what a dream
If you ever leave
O dream what a dream
If you ever leave (repeat)