Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleep Apnea, artist - Buck 65. Album song Vertex, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2002
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Sleep Apnea |
| In my darkness |
| I speak now upon this object of nature |
| And now upon that |
| And find it impossible to soothe my restless head |
| However much I wish it |
| This perpetual action of mine deprives me almost wholly of sleep |
| (Buck 65): |
| I haven’t slept, sleep being the cousin of death |
| And as I lay there awake at night there wasn’t a breath |
| That exited my body that didn’t coincide |
| With the recycled evaluation of feelings that I know inside |
| Boy Scouts have had their way with my stomach |
| And a marionette hangs limply from my most important muscle |
| I simply can’t imagine living on the moon |
| Hope that I can climb my way back to dreamland pretty soon |
| (Buck 65): |
| Prosthetic throwing arm, isn’t it fantastic? |
| I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket |
| It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel |
| Like I’d give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel |
| I don’t know if I have a prayer or a hope in heaven |
| All I know is that I’m afraid to read my horoscope |
| It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell |
| I’d give up my next life if I thought that it would help |
| I don’t wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep |
| Cuz most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people |
| That haven’t been able to make me stop feeling |
| Like demons are hiding the walls and in the ceiling |
| My catcher always told me you can’t hit what you can’t see |
| Your absence actually aggravates my fancy |
| And my own stubble tickles me and irritates my sensitive skin |
| I’m surprised at how uninventive I’ve been |
| I’m frozen, but my mind’s made up and I’ve chosen |
| To lock the door behind the next person that goes in |
| Raindrops keep falling on my cheeks |
| And on my trusty little halo over my head, and so it’s getting rusty |
| I’ve been poked by so many fingers |
| That getting poked by fingers don’t bother me no mo' |
| I feel like a jellyfish, uncephalized, uncivilized |
| Unspecified, unspecialized |
| Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me |
| Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance |
| Currents carry me, my own endurance buries me |
| Deterrents make me weary, so I wear this ring for reassurance |