Sleepless Lyrics

People know I got good in my soul, in my characteristics

Almost come to blows with myself on a daily

Gunna' lead to some mischief

I could donate, a million to the hungry but it's still the ugly that sticks

Like batter to chicken strips

Then my switch flipped, like the bounce on hydraulics, I'm sorry, lil' mama, I didn't mean to hurt

Didn't realize the damage I could do with words

I know there's no reparation in me writing this verse

Nor is there use, in drowning issues, with the drugs and the drink

Cause that shit never works, tried and I tried I for sure made it worse

The love that we had's in the back of the hearse

Right next to my heart is it's plot in the dirt

I'm sorry I never could make this shit work

Yours truly, your friend, forever T York

Yeah, yours truly, your friend, forever T York

It's really been a minute

Since I've seen the sun

Really no rest for the wicked

Pour myself another gin and club

Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love

I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood

And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck

Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off

So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board

I got way too much drive to lay up

My confidence been at an all-time high

But on myself, maybe I've bet too much

Tired of the politics, commit arson on Parliament

I bet the mother of my first daughter look just like Harley Quinn

Probably into gnarly shit, I can't predict the future

But I've got a feeling, I stack a billion and call it quits

I've always wanted material things

Like a wrist full of diamonds that glitter and gleam

Couldn't tell me it was probably out of reach

When I dropped out of high school at seventeen

I was not ready for the real world yet, So I went back and graduated on time still

Now I just work to pay bills, And I work to pay bills

And I search for cheap thrills, Used to wonder why they would abuse the pain pills

A coping method for the days in and days out

Sometimes I find myself curious, How running from these demons through a minefield plays out

It's really been a minute

Since I've seen the sun

Really no rest for the wicked

Pour myself another gin and club

Baby girl, why you trippin'? I've been giving you all of this love

I'm tryna get this music thing poppin', maybe buy a crib in Inglewood

And they say hard work beats talent, But I'm not certain that it beats luck

Too many afraid to make a move on a risk, All it takes is for one to pay off

So I'm lobbin' to myself off the back, board

I got way too much drive to lay up

My confidence been at an all-time high

But on myself, maybe I've bet too much