Summer Underground Memories Of Sleep
Memories of sleep how they haunt me all the time
Things that don't really matter consuming my mind
You don't need to hold your breath
Keep on blowing smoke from that same cigarette
You don't need to think cause for once it's automatic
Like that time that you said "hello"
You were talking in your monotone
I could feel the beat move through my bones
Caught up in the visceral
Memories of sleep how they haunt my reverie
Things that don't really matter much at all to me
You don't need to apologize for taking your time
Keep on giving reason to my rhyme
You don't need to think cause for once it's automatic
Like that time that you said hello
I kinda feel like losing control
And now can you see my soul
And what lies below?
