Bad Dreams
Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird"Bad Dreams" is a song by Tricky, Martina Topley-Bird, released in 1996 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:24 long and contains 63 lines and 507 words.
Lyrics
0:17This is a matter of utmost urgency
0:21You might even call it a police emergency
0:24Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G
0:27Wasn't sellin out
0:29They tried to murder me
0:31Reached for my jammy like a troops supposed to do
0:34Never let a sucker get too close to you
0:37Heard 'em comin' ducked behind the wall
0:40Then saw the whites of his eyes
0:42The first one had to fall
0:44Another bug creeped up the fire escape
0:47Trying to sneak I guess he snuck too late
0:51Lookin' like a scene from real life vice
0:53The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice
0:58Uzi does it come to think of it
1:01Dude had a nine but his wasn't as fast as mine
1:04I heard the phone ring should I answer
1:07This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer
1:11And that is the final stage my primal rage
1:14Began to rise and I started to fantasize
1:18How many more might try to rush the door
1:21And blast their way in hell I ain't stayin'
1:24I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat
1:28Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets
1:31What else could it mean I know it ain't halloween
1:34The 'cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene
1:38First I was panicky then I was angry
1:41One creep even had a rope ready to hang me
1:44Now who am I supposed to be eddie spaghetti
1:47You come and vic rob G any time you're ready
1:52They had me trapped so I rushed back
1:54They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps
1:58I dipped dived slipped slid they missed me
2:01I had to move quick or they was bound to get me
2:04One bullet grazed me that didn't phase me
2:08What could I say
2:09I was havin' a fucked up day
2:11Stood up and took aim my finger on the trigger
2:14I shouted now now let me hear you say nigger
2:18Well anyway nobody spoke or went for broke
2:21The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke
2:24And everything got quiet I don't buy it
2:28Just a second ago
2:30We had a riot
2:31They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap
2:34Whatever the case you won't get this black
2:38Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it
2:41Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it
2:45Thought I was a target that they could get right quick
2:48But I ain't goin' out like no statistic
2:51Another number made me wonder
2:55How many other brothers they've put under
2:58I sat in the dark real still for a long time
3:01Didn't make a sound 'cos I've got a strong mind
3:05Made my way to the street it was daybreak
3:08Must've fallen asleep but for petes sake
3:11I didn't see the enemy trying to put an end to me
3:15The night before
3:16My finger trigger was sore
3:18I went in the house
3:20To get a fresh clip
3:22And then I woke up an s**t
3:24It's just a bad dream
This is a matter of utmost urgency You might even call it a police emergency Suckers got ill when they finally heard the G Wasn't sellin out They tried to murder me Reached for my jammy like a troops supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Heard 'em comin' ducked behind the wall Then saw the whites of his eyes The first one had to fall Another bug creeped up the fire escape Trying to sneak I guess he snuck too late Lookin' like a scene from real life vice The way his head fell apart like a block of solid ice Uzi does it come to think of it Dude had a nine but his wasn't as fast as mine I heard the phone ring should I answer This is gettin' serious as terminal cancer And that is the final stage my primal rage Began to rise and I started to fantasize How many more might try to rush the door And blast their way in hell I ain't stayin' I opened the back door and felt the summer night heat Saw a bunch of bugs wearin' white sheets What else could it mean I know it ain't halloween The 'cross in the background burnin' made a ill scene First I was panicky then I was angry One creep even had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be eddie spaghetti You come and vic rob G any time you're ready They had me trapped so I rushed back They tried to bust me but they don't have enough caps I dipped dived slipped slid they missed me I had to move quick or they was bound to get me One bullet grazed me that didn't phase me What could I say I was havin' a fucked up day Stood up and took aim my finger on the trigger I shouted now now let me hear you say nigger Well anyway nobody spoke or went for broke The place was all clouded up from gunsmoke And everything got quiet I don't buy it Just a second ago We had a riot They must be plannin' attack or settin' a trap Whatever the case you won't get this black Now I'm on the edge and there's no denyin' it Whatever the hell might work I'm tryin' it Thought I was a target that they could get right quick But I ain't goin' out like no statistic Another number made me wonder How many other brothers they've put under I sat in the dark real still for a long time Didn't make a sound 'cos I've got a strong mind Made my way to the street it was daybreak Must've fallen asleep but for petes sake I didn't see the enemy trying to put an end to me The night before My finger trigger was sore I went in the house To get a fresh clip And then I woke up an s**t It's just a bad dream
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