A Million In The Morning

[Intro: Mr. Hate]

If you're seeing and hearing things that aren't there while you're awake, you're mad. If you're asleep, you're normal and having a dream. So it's the question of whether you're awake or asleep that makes the difference; and in this case, since he wasn't allowed to sleep, it's as though his normal dreaming pattern began to show itself

He was clearly psychotic; when you don't know who you are or where you are or what's going on around you, and when you believe that there's....

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

I can't sleep at night, I toss and turn

Visions of my dead father, hoppin' out the urn

King James, Sigmund Freud, Mussolini, Nietzsche

If they miss me on the CB

They gonna get me through the TV

I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming, walking through the city streets

Hoping they don't see me, who?

Him right there with hands like a tiger, eyeballs of fire

Teeth like barbwire, feet like tires

He opened up his mouth and out came the locusts

Real hocus pocus trying to make me lose focus

I can't wake up plus I couldn't run fast enough to make it to the truck

So I yelled... but no sound came out

Teacher held me down, while the jackals ate my brain out

Then I woke (phew) close call

Stumbled to the bathroom, pissed all over the wall

Twisted up a nug, sippin' on Jack Daniels, watching True Blood

Sookie was gon' get smashed by Eric and Bill

And out the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a few

The power went dead and on the beam of light

A ship carried me away at the speed of light

I said: "please don't drop me, I'm scared to fall"

Just another close call, the writing on the wall

[Hook: Jay Electronica]

Am I concious or dreaming

Peeping Tom Hanks, Angels and Demons

Dear Lord, if I die tonight

Then I'm looking for revenge

Once I step into the light

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]

Fuck you Times Square, I'm losing my mind

Ice on my nutsack, trying to freeze time

Starbucks, Adderall, Nodoz, Hobos

The late Richard Simmons and a couple of limes

Blame Netflix, cousin of death was on the guestlist

Robots and Goldwatch all over the setlist

Yes sir, Decon kills rats

I'm running with my wolfpack like Wolfman Jack

Crop circles under my eyes

Am I coming, am I going on this mushroom high

I can't lie, feel good to be me

Feel good to be free, feel good to be in 3D on MTV

Knock, knock, who's there?

Pop, slip down the rabbit hole

Back to a never-ending match of Scattergories (Uhh)

Snap out of it man because you got to save face for the politics and...