B.o.B — Simulation

[Chorus] In this game we call a dream How much longer must we sleep I'm beginning to grow numb Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze If it's all inside my brain I have no thoughts in this place Tell me how long must I wonder through this maze (Here in our home of planet Earth, there could be billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions stars. Billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions and billions.) In this game we call a dream How much longer must we sleep I'm beginning to grow numb Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze If it's all inside my brain I have no thoughts in this place Tell me how long must I wonder through this maze (We could all be in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation, in a simulation...) The hang dynasty [Verse] In this maze Stevie Wonder, in this maybe inconscious Being this honest ain't as conducive to making commas All the minutiae of everyday it is beginning to feel like a prison I can't help but feeling there isn't a finish, this [?] Just to circle round back to the beginning And time is circular, I'd rather be at the center than to roam the parameter Way too articulate, way too particular All these meticulous details got a roll up a cylinder Got me a barber she on a barbiturate [Interlude] Where are we? What the hell, is going on? [?] ...this maze [Chorus] In this game we call a dream How much longer must we sleep I'm beginning to grow numb Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze If it's all inside my brain I have no thoughts in this place Tell me how long must I wonder in this maze