out of reality

I need to check if I’m awake
And why this vision’s a bit vague,
I need a pinch or else a slap
so form reality can bridge the gap,
Seems unreal or else untrue
Like a doll from some voodoo,
I got my cells mixed in a broth
And I can’t have a straight up thought,
For since forever I felt this way
And got to like this disarray,
It is ecstatic a bit like drunk
The thought of you is music funk.