| At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
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| Another bad dream, another blunt gets burnt
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| I can’t sleep, I tried ambient (darkness!)
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| Trynna find light, he keeps panicking
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| The overlooked Los Angeles, watching the spy’s
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| Watch surveillance cameras, every breath I take
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| It’s no motion like inanimate object
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| Planning my project, ramming through concepts
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| Run with my gun out, chain like luminance
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| Day time dumb out, sun on the ambulance
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| Maybe I’m just rumbling on, my beat sequence
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| My dream won’t follow the song
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| Let me explain, I hear thunder in summer time
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| Visions appear, some clear and some under line
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| What I’ve seen, smelled, tasted and touched
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| Forms ghosts in my sleep that I cannot clutch
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| But when my eyelids close, there’s no islands, just violence here
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| Magnified loud sounds of gun silencers
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| I dream of people who passed on
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| I talk to 'em but don’t usually last long
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| I might dream that I’m holding my mothers hand
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| A cold sweat, wake up, holding my other hand
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| At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
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| Another bad dream, another blunt gets burnt
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| No dough moments, no dry days
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| Six in the morning, a car peeled away
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| My girl mumbled then I stumbled to the front door
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| Who the fuck is this? |
| and what they on a run for?
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| Lunch (?) plates in the distance
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| I saw lettuce but couldn’t get specifics
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| Looked back saw my window shattered, stepped on glass
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| Bleeding to death, now my life just flashed
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| I wake up to hear the sounds of alarm clock music
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| Bang along beats like a bomb dropped to it
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| I choose to use the snooze button
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| Tried to write them down but always seem to lose something
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| The first time of my life the bell saved me
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| You falling, hit the pavement, they say there’s no waking up
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| From the psychosis, screams like roller coaster
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| Passed generations watching over my shoulders
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| When the months starts with Sunday, a Friday has a 13
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| Bad luck from walking under ladders become me
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| Scared to drive, I was haunted by Christine
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| From sleepless nights when I dream it 15
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| Paranoid cuffs cutting, go deep
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| I’m like a marathon, day straight, running on no sleep
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| No speed, I smoke weed, EV they know me
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| Bags under my eyes, from trees like groceries |