SLEEP Lyrics

WOOP!

WOOP!

Fuck the pressure and the bullshit in my life

Listening to music, almost nothing new to like

And I don't wanna be another preacher with a sermon

Who keep hatin' at the daily

I'm just livin' in the night

I transform when I hear that beat bounce

Can't see my chains, I'm a slave to the sound

Hangin' off my neck, and that's word to my slouch

I'm gettin' my respect from the best of the crowds

Too late. And I'm a new face

Watch the club go up on a Tuesday

And I'm what you wanna see and nothing that they could be

I wanna deal with my problems

But I wanna go to

Sleep

Sleep

You see, I know that I'm nice

I don't wanna put in work

Wake me up in a week

Weak

I know I'ma make it

So I'ma take this blanket and wrap it under my feet

Feet

What's the point of proving a point when no one could compete?

Me and my crew under-covers like the D.E.A

I know my momma tryna see me paid

But I wanna go to sleep

And maybe even have a dream

'Cuz shit in life isn't what it seems

Sun doesn't beam, smiles don't gleam

And I'm only 19 makin' motherfuckers at the top scream

I'm a rhyming machine, devising a scheme

To wipe out the scene as soon as I start writing regimes

Everybody mean when they tryna make the green

The game sharper than a motherfucking laser beam

Upon a screen

Oh, pardon me

'Cuz all you see

A part of me

And I'm nice like that

But I might bite back

'Cuz they like my raps

But I like my naps

And ambition's overrated

Too many people actually tryna make it

Too many producers out of the basement

Too many performers up on the stages

And too many hours I been at my day shift

And too little income got me feeling anxious

I'm out of patience

But I don't say shit

'Cuz I got nothing nice to say, face it

Goodness gracious

Fuck tryna make it

I wanna go to

Sleep

Sleep

I don't wanna put in work, wake me up in a week

Weak

I'ma lay here naked and take this blanket and wrap it under my feet

Feet

What's the point of proving a point when no one could compete?

Me and my crew under-covers like the D.E.A

I know my momma tryna see me paid

But I wanna go to sleep

And not care about the world. Tryna find right from wrong

But my secret? I've been making stuff for you to sing along