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CAST - SLEEP lyrics

Artist: CAST

album: thE Pavement


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

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