So sick of playing these games, it's Impossible for me to ever ever be happy, yeah And I'm so sick of doing the same shit I just wanna sleep a tad bit, more More, more, more
I don't want to die I'm in a elevator with Snoop Dogg And I just got a contact high So everything better except the cheddar except when I start to close my eyes, or did I already close my eyes I don't even know if I'm dreaming, I ain't no genius Got anxiety from my brain to my penis Man I know that I'm sleeping So why the hell am I stressed? This is usually the way that I'm escaping the best? It's kinda like, kinda like Like a coping method No prevention, I just want the pain to be less Like, like
Oh, you sleeping? Wake up, wake up You know that you are facing the death And by napping so quit the bullshit and wake up This is not the way to resolve all your problems You coward, so stop and and wake up Either way you gon' be hating your day So you might as well stop and wake up
Imma stay asleep until I'm senior Hopping all these fences Where the grass is never greener Got a girl on my mind named Christina We netflix and chill when like no one can see us So why would I wake up? Got no reason No five-o, on my mind I'm cheesing I do what I want till I'm not even breathing I wake up on weekends like strictly for tweaking I take off my week, this is made of my bitch People that's talking, they oftenly switch So I close off my mind Pay no mind to that shit, yeah, yeah It is what it is Either hit or you miss See the flick of the wrist I'm too busy with this To be worried about that Stuck in my mind, I'm trapped Let it ride, yeah, yeah
Let it ride (skrt, skrt) Let it ride Let it ride (aye)
Compositores: Christopher Miles Marshak (Chris Miles), Scoop Deville ECAD: Obra #16210468