| It’s worse by the day now, every time I lay down
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| Words come alive in my head and they play loud
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| It’s like they can’t find a way out
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| Wanna pull the plug on their party, it’s starting
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| To worry me, can’t get to sleep when I wanna do
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| How would you feel if your lyrics just followed you?
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| Everywhere you went from the street to the bed
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| And repeated through the night everything you said
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| Tried so many things, pen and a pad
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| By the side of my bed but it’s sending me mad
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| Every time I recline, I decline to opine
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| But there’s always a rhyme at the back of my mind
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| Tried sippin on bottles of wine when I dine,
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| So sleep I can find when it’s time for bedtime
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| Rest my head fine, but it’s just no use
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| Sentences now they forming queues
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| I reckon, It’s worse me than bein heckled
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| Right now my brains just a broken record
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| Sleep diminishes, when I start a song
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| And my mind won’t stop cos I always gotta finish it
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| And when that songs done through to the end
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| The same track starts all over again
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| It’s like my mind can’t function, needs words to munch on
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| Came to a junction where traffic don’t stop
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| Counting sheep and they never ever go
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| Losing sleep cause the words just flow
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| Sounds in my head like a radio
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| Lay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked
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| Seems like the verse has become my foe
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| At war in my head and he don’t wanna go
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| Til I’ve laid him to rest in the studio
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| Stay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked
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| There ain’t nothing that’s appealing looking at the ceiling
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| Your eyes wide open wishing you were dreaming
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| (Dreaming) And still the words keep streaming
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| It’s only ever stops when I put em to rest
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| Then I’ve shooken the stress, no less
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| Plus I’ve tooken the best take let’s say I ever coulda taken
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| Lost weeks of sleep so I had to be patient
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| You could be forsaken for thinking I’m mental
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| I let it all out in the vocal booth,
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| Syllables putting 'em to soulful use
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| Released from within this ain’t a joke it’s truth
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| Once I put em in a song, they can never bother me
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| What the hell is wrong with me, I didn’t choose it
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| Absurd, why I gotta lock these words in the music
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| Some would say I’m blessed with a talent and yes
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| But only when I’m dead will they give it a rest
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| Tell me what’s the reason I’m still fighting demons
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| I’m asking what is their significance
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| Tell me what’s the reason I’m still fighting demons
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| I’m pleading, I only wanna get some sleep |