The Logic Of Dreams - Promoe

With the logic of dreams and the science of sleep

I decipher what I’m trying to see

See through all the lies and deceit

This is what I write when I’m too tired to speak

With the logic of dreams and the science of sleep

I decipher what I’m trying to see

See through all the lies and deceit

This is what I write when I’m too tired to speak

I open my eyes I must have fell asleep

In the studio with this loud beat on repeat

Shit, what time is it?

Look at my phone

That’s right, I switched it off just to be left alone

So I check my computer and it’s after midnight

Hours must have passed since I told Astma «Sit tight.»

Now I’m ready to record with my raspy windpipe

If I could just remember that other half I did write

Feeling like I crawled inside the music

Underneath that layer of skin

Running over keys on a piano where you sit

Kneeling in a prayer for my sins

Then the studio transform into a stage and all I hear is the crowd booing me

'cus I’m forgetting all my lyrics

So you pinch me to convince me that I ain’t dreaming

But I just can’t get rid of this feeling that

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet

No, not yet.

I just wanna finish this song

Stretch it, try to make every minute this long

I just can’t understand how living is wrong

So I’m a keep breathing until the rhythm is gone

But this rhythm of the night lingers on till the break of dawn

Astma- Rocwell pass that bottle

Let me take a sip of the potent potion of the liquid beats overflowing

The Molotov cocktail

Taking me back to that state of subconsciousness

Am I asleep or awake?

Floating in mid air

I vision a face

And it’s talking to me

Suddenly it starts shifting its shape into someone I recognize…

It looks like KRS

I don’t know exactly why

But I’m telling him this

I’m not a blunt getting smoked that can’t wake up

I’m a dream and I hope that she won’t wake up because

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet

Turn the music down lo-o-ow

So she doesn’t wake up no-o

Turn the music down lo-o-ow

So she doesn’t wake up no-o

Turn the music down lo-o-ow

So she doesn’t wake up no-o

Turn the music down lo-o-ow

So she doesn’t wake up no-o

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet

Maybe my life ain’t what it seem to be

What if it’s true that sleep’s the cousin of death?

Maybe someone is just dreaming me

Then I hope she’s not about to wake up yet