Daydreamin'
Jill Scott Lyrics

Daydream
Jill Scott drifts off into her imagination.

I fell asleep beneath the flowers
She imagines herself laying down amongst some beautiful flowers.

For a couple of hours
She spends an extended period of time lost in thought.

On a beautiful day
Her daydream takes place in a gorgeous scene.

I dream of you amid the flowers
Jill's mind wanders to a love interest as she rests amongst the flowers.

As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
In her imagination, Jill is piloting a giant robot, observing the world from its perspective.

I keep 'em happy cause I might fall out if he cries
She is focused on maintaining her composure despite any emotion linked to what's happening around her.

Scared of heights, so I might pass out if he flies
Jill is apprehensive about flying too high, worried it will make her faint.

Keep 'em on autopilot cause I can't drive
She prefers not to take full control of the robot, instead relying on autopilot features.

Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride
Jill's imagination is her own space; her friends can't join her in the dream.

Unless they sittin' on the shoulders but that's way too high
Even if her friends could join her, they would have to ride on the shoulders of the giant robot which is too difficult.

Let's try, not to step on the children,
In her imagination, Jill is careful not to harm any children she encounters.

The news camera's filmin', this walkin', project building
Jill imagines cameras following her, capturing images of the surroundings.

Now there's hoes selling hoes, like right around the toes
The environment in her mind includes women soliciting on the street corner.

And the crack heads beg, at about the lower leg
Drug addicts are present on the street, asking for money.

There's crooked police, that's stationed at the knees
In her imagination, the police are corrupt, present in the area but not helping.

And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs
Even the police are involved in acts of violence in the dystopian world she's dreamed up.

And there's car chase, going on at the waist
The environment she's created includes a car chase taking place around her.

Keep a vest on my chest
In Jill's imaginary world, she needs to protect herself by wearing a bulletproof vest.

I'm sitting in my room, as I'm looking out the face
She's actually sitting in her own room while dreaming up this world.

Somethin' to write about
Jill finds inspiration for her creative work in her imaginative world.

I still got some damage from fightin' the White House
Jill has sustained emotional pain from standing up against the U.S. government.

Now come on everybody let's make cocaine cool
Jill turns her attention to the glorification of drugs and excess in the media.

We need a few more half naked women up in the pool
She critiques the objectification of women in entertainment.

And hold this mac-10 that's all covered in jewels
Jill comments on the glorification of gun violence and the materialism associated with it.

And can you please put your titties closer to the 22's
She speaks out against the sexualization of women in media, reducing them to sexual objects.

And where's the champagne, we need champagne
Jill draws attention to the emphasis on alcohol and the luxury associated with it in the media.

Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand
She criticizes the role of drugs in the glorification of lifestyles in the entertainment world.

And know hold up your chain, slow motion through the flames
Jill imagines people showcasing their wealth and materialism in dramatic fashion.

Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain
She highlights the artificiality and manufactured elements of the entertainment industry.

But not too loud cause the baby's sleepin'
Jill reminds us that while we might be living life to the fullest, others are still trying to sleep at night.

I wonder if it knows what the world is keeping
Jill reflects on what younger generations are being exposed to in the media.

Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin'
She imagines infants being exposed to images of violence and excess while they sleep.

Me and my robot tip-toe round creepin'
Jill continues her visual of piloting a robot, moving quietly through the environment she's imagined.

I had to turn my back on what got you paid
Jill values artistic integrity over financial gain.

I couldn't see half the hood on me like Abu Ghraib
She draws attention to the lack of awareness and visibility of people in low-income neighborhoods.

But I like to thank the streets that drove me crazy
Despite the hardships she's faced, Jill acknowledges that her upbringing has influenced her creativity, for better or worse.

And all the televisions out there that raised me
She recognizes the impact of the media, both positive and negative, in shaping her worldview.