Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How Can U Sleep, artist - Brain
Date of issue: 13.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How Can U Sleep |
AKA homicide |
Yes, homicide |
OG’s knew I had it poppin' |
IG lookin' Photoshopish (it's lit, it’s real) |
They just can’t take charge so they floppin' |
New shit looking like it’s knocking |
Rap game, not a game, well I ain’t broke so it’s cast off |
Really I been keepin' shit a hunnid like the Cubbie tryin' to close it with a |
fast ball |
I don’t even do this shit for money but they buying it in droves like it’s |
half-off |
If Dicky gotta show out there |
You know he 'bout to show out there |
Rol on my arm |
Russ on a farm |
Piston, new guard |
They put the boy on the Jumbotron |
Just to pump up the crowd |
At my ten year reunion, like look at me now |
Having good sex on the reg |
New Tempur-Pedic, my bed |
All of my lawyers are black |
Shit is ironic as hell |
But I guess that what happens when Jews started rappin' |
Used to have turtles, no wonder I’m snappin' |
Used to commercial, right, used to play Madden |
No wonder they let me do both for a bag |
I was not in a frat, I had never conformed |
In a 2000 cab I had never performed |
I ain’t takin' no L’s |
Fuck what you sell |
I barely pay for my drinks, doin' well |
I tell 'em there is no need for the glitz |
I don’t need sparklers, they know that I’m lit |
I’m on top of the world, fuck all these girls |
I prefer momma to play with my curls |
I can tell all of you rappers ain’t thorough |
Head hit the pillow and boom it’s tomorrow |
But how can you sleep? |
(ew, ew) |
How can you sleep? |
(ew) |
How can you sleep? |
(gross, how?) |
How can you sleep? |
(how? ew) |
How can you sleep? |
(how? gross) |
How can you sleep? |
(how? ew) |
How can you sleep? |
(how? ew) |
You still asleep |
How many bitch ass rappers I gotta slap 'till they put on Worldstar? |
Even though Q passed away |
Pull a '38 out of my pocket and then cock it |
Leave a nigga on an island like he in Castaway |
Cock strong since them old Doc songs (thug life) |
Like an old Pac song, outta my mind |
The lights on, but I’m not home |
Something is wrong with me |
I done brought six strippers from Vegas home with me |
Trees bought game to getting blown with me |
FaceTime with Karrueche, they on the phone with me |
Tell K good night, I’m hype, I might ignite |
Plastic cups, Promethazine and Sprite |
Man I don’t really know who’s song this is |
Who’s weed I’m stealing and who’s bong this is |
And I don’t really give a fuck 'cause I keep the ammo tucked and you can keep |
on swinging from my nuts |
But don’t say I can’t rap like I’m not a Rap God |
Like I won’t break your fucking favorite rapper’s rap jaw |
I don’t give a shit |
Big or tall, short or small |
I’ll cut your dick off and sit it on Trump’s wall |
Then spraypaint «Fuck the President"it's evident |
Hip Hop dead, them new niggas irrelevant |
Different color braids, you niggas stuck in the maze |
Ain’t grew up by a beach, to say you ridin' a wave |
Man, I’m so glad that Guwop out |
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout |
I’m right here, I don’t give a fuck who hop out |
Don’t let Mark Zuckerberg get you knocked out |
And don’t try me over IG |
Don’t try to be subliminal and get it by me |
I’m a criminal, I’ll leave you hooked to a IV |
Next to Jimmy Iovine over hood shit, but- |
We could start with rap shit |
I ain’t never lost at that shit |
Let me clear it up, Proactive |
I could walk up in this motherfucker looking everybody dead up in the eye, |
like we can rap for that shit |
You’ll get embarrased |
I’ll be in Paris, don’t compare us |
Flow the rarest |
Got bitches in the bed room, over sharing |
Got an Aussie and a Brit like I’m going with Sharon |
So apparent, Heir apparent |
But I don’t want it next |
Someone tell Complex it ain’t complex |
And what you lookin' at is now like a Timex |
I am checked the on now off the clock like compound |
I’m really adamant, you’re really adequate |
I’m really passionate, I’m Billy Madison |
I’m the motherfucking graduate |
Twenty ten with a pen, I didn’t plan this shit |
My plan legit, I manuscript it |
It was living by the candle stick |
But for the plaques I had to mantle it |
All my friends thought Dicky was a joke |
Now they tryin' to see a show |
Now they out of breath, tryna speak good |
I remember everyone that didn’t think I could |
Every publicist who thought that I was mocking hood |
Look what what you were tryin' to stopping jerk |
Look who tryin' to rap now |
I don’t even fuck with you |
If what’s done is done, how come I ain’t done with you? |
And if it’s fucking done, come on how dumb is you? |
Let me get another tissue |
I’ll be crying 'till the fucking bank pull that card again |
From Charlamagne to Busta, Game, to Puff, to Sway, Questlove, T-Pain, |
from Snoop to Chainz, it’s all the same |
Ain’t no debate, they know who fake, they know who great |
You don’t know your place |
Cameras around me, they don’t know your place |
Shooters around me 'cause I entertain |
I got 'em shooting they movie |
I could meet a bitch on a Tuesday |
Girls come to me |
Don’t got jewelry |
Don’t feel bad when I bust in my jacuzzi |
Don’t eat ass but it still be lookin' juicy |
Front page, coming at you like a news’ie |
Hoes didn’t choose me, now I’m choosing |
Now I got a Jap on knees like sushi |
Lil' dick got vert, no Uzi |
I might just pop that coochie, bruh |
OG’s knew I had it poppin' |
How can you sleep? |
Ew |
How can you sleep? |