Daydreamin' featuring Jill Scott
Lupe Fiasco Lyrics

I fell asleep beneath the flowers
The singer slept outside surrounded by flowers.

For a couple of hours
The nap was brief.

On a beautiful day
The weather was pleasant.

I dream of you amid the flowers
The artist is dreaming about someone they love while lying amongst the flowers.

As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes
The artist imagines themselves piloting a giant robot.

I keep 'em happy cause I might fall out if he cries
The singer imagines that the robot is emotionally sensitive and needs to be kept happy.

Scared of heights, so I might pass out if he flies
The singer is afraid of heights and would faint if the robot were to take flight.

Keep 'em on autopilot cause I can't drive
The artist trusts the robot to pilot itself because they cannot control it manually.

Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride
The robot only has space for one person, so the artist's friends cannot come with them.

Unless they sittin' on the shoulders but that's way too high
The only way for the artist's friends to come with them on the robot is to sit on the shoulders, but that would be too dangerous.

Let's try, not to step on the children,
The singer wants to be mindful of not harming any children in the area.

The news camera's filmin', this walkin', project building
The artist realizes that they are walking through a rough neighborhood that is being filmed by the news.

Now there's hoes selling hoes, like right around the toes
Prostitutes are selling sex very close to where people are walking.

And the crack heads beg, at about the lower leg
Drug addicts are begging for money near the singer's legs.

There's crooked police, that's stationed at the knees
The police officers in the area are corrupt.

And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs
The police are driving their cars recklessly around the neighborhood.

And there's car chase, going on at the waist
There is a high-speed car chase happening nearby.

Keep a vest on my chest
The singer is wearing a bulletproof vest for protection.

I'm sitting in my room, as I'm looking out the face
The singer is sitting inside a room, looking out a window.

Somethin' to write about
The artist is using the events they are seeing as inspiration for their writing.

I still got some damage from fightin' the White House
The artist has faced consequences from opposing the government.

Now come on everybody let's make cocaine cool
The artist is critical of the glorification of drug use.

We need a few more half naked women up in the pool
The singer is critical of the objectification of women.

And hold this mac-10 that's all covered in jewels
The artist is critical of the glorification of guns and material possessions.

And can you please put your titties closer to the 22's
The singer is critical of the sexualization of breasts.

And where's the champagne, we need champagne
The singer is critical of the excessive party culture that involves drinking.

Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand
The singer is critical of drug use and peer pressure.

And know hold up your chain, slow motion through the flames
The artist is critical of the obsession with jewelry and the dangerous lifestyles associated with getting it.

Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain
The artist is critical of the superficiality of the entertainment industry.

But not too loud 'cause the baby's sleepin'
The singer wants to be mindful of the sleeping baby nearby.

I wonder if it knows what the world is keeping
The singer is contemplating how much the baby understands about the world and its problems.

Up both sleeves while he lay there dreamin'
The artist is hiding things up their sleeves while the baby sleeps.

Me and my robot tip-toe round creepin'
The artist is still pretending to be piloting a robot, and is moving quietly so as not to disturb the baby.

I had to turn my back on what got you paid
The artist has had to let go of something they used to make money.

I couldn't see half the hood on me like Abu Ghraib
The singer felt blind to their surroundings and their own identity, as if being tortured like the prisoners in the Abu Ghraib prison scandal.

But I like to thank the streets that drove me crazy
The artist is grateful for the struggles they have faced, as they have shaped who they are today.

And all the televisions out there that raised me
The singer acknowledges that the media and popular culture have played a role in shaping their worldview.