All the wicked strangers
How do they know me
Wonder can they notice
See me getting nervous
In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
Colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream
Loaded gun in Paris
Elevated train ride
I don't have any motive
I don't have any alibi
In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
Colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream
Wake me when it's over
There's a homie hanging
Hanging by his necktie
You leave a bloody glove print
Just leave it where you found it
In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
The colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream
Wake me when it's over