| Am I awake yet? |
| See me listening to CDs on a tape deck
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| I can’t hear no tune, so I break west
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| Deranged insomniac that’s also half narcoleptic
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| I took the scenic route to skip where the path directed
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| Who wrote the map? |
| I don’t trust nobody
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| Employed paranoia to write half my flows for me
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| Two-faced; |
| secret screwed face so you: «Go, buddy!»
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| Girls claim they don’t like TLC, then they go scrubby
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| I’m still yawnin', no beat, bring the porn in
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| We brought the raw in, sing a new day is dawning
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| Bacteria forming, it’s human evolution
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| Bring the solution whilst ducking under retribution
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| Go and get some troops, then we’ll have a word war
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| I’ll slay the first drawn and bring shame to your first born
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| Write for meditation, speak just to bring some malice
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| Roll with kings, but won’t let none of us in the palace
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| Wonderland; |
| butt-plugged Alice, caught and ate the rabbit
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| I’m only as strange as your opinion can manage
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| Phallic imagination and I speak the narrative
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| I think I must still be asleep, I better have a spliff
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| I’m waking up again, probably still dreaming
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| Side effects still here, hear the pain and feel the screaming
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| Tryna pack a bite, like a baby that’s still teething
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| Bought a ticket for my sanity and said 'Winning', as the train’s leaving
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| Who the fuck needs a reason? |
| For we did it for the right ones
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| Now I speak in fluent diarrhea whilst I write tons
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| Came in for the fight with one glove that had holes in it
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| Graff’d the bus up, then started the engine and took control of it
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| Probably crash soon, steerin' clear of the white lumps and the black spoon
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| Where they can’t hear you like a vacuum
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| Is that doom?
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| Yeah, I’ve seen him coming, let’s walk, don’t start running
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| In fact I feel weak, let’s start bunning
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| I arrive at the feast, with the animals and carnivores
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| Queens on display, now I’m making her float like a carnival
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| Won’t leave till I’m full, I’ll unnecessarily run lips
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| Stuck my biggest finger in the scene cause I had that Worzel thumb-itch
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| More than one glitch, definitely, I made out of dam wood and there’s only
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| hieroglyphics on my recipe
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| Can’t see the future so I’m tryna get the best of me
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| I’ll die holding a pen with clouds of weed smoke caressing me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Insomnileptic , by - BVA. Song from the album Be Very Aware, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп