Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleep, artist - Funky DL.
Date of issue: 06.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sleep |
Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought |
Sleep loved, sleep loved |
Verse One |
I used to dream about her, more than a brief encounter |
I used to watch from a distance while older men surround her |
In expensive whips, more than likely flippin' bricks |
Knowing in my mind I couldn’t give her shit |
And knowing I was never on her level, I’m hardly very successful |
I’m hardly anything special and she was never plain jane-ing |
I guess she’d know my name if I was big in entertainment |
I’d bring her to my show to watch me on the microphone |
Pacing up and down the stage and got the flyest Nike’s on |
Take her to my crib and spoon her |
And switch the music up to something smoother |
She precious I could be her jeweler |
Much later than sooner we had to part ways |
But kissed me on the lips around the 21st day of November |
I still remember, I always gave would never lend her for agenda |
She couldn’t say I was the last of the big spenders |
September to December, that was the trimester |
A super-fly sister, meet her for lunch when she free, City of Westminster |
I should have made her my wife |
But now I’m sitting here like Michael Jackson singing that she out of my life, |
sleep |
Knowing that you’re loved more than you thought |
(check it, ch-ch-check it) |
Sleep loved, (check it, ch-ch-check it) |
Sleep loved |
Verse Two |
She used to call me late night and talk dirty til' the early hours |
She compliment my hair was curly, she was curvy |
Flowers was the aroma of her jersey |
As she leaned in to kiss me |
Told me about this dude she was seeing who acting shifty |
He pissed her off like a kidney |
Now she chilling in my room while I trim my Pops hair |
He told me «you can get any girl in the world but be clear |
You only got one shot, don’t fuck it up, cos from there your chance is over |
You gonna see as you get older» |
So I console her when she’s crying on my shoulder |
Over and over, I told her beauty’s in the eye of the beholder |
She told me hold her, had the body of a Coca-Cola bottle |
But emotionally it’s like she on a roller-coaster |
She couldn’t see what was wrong, I had to diagnose her |
She’s so attracted to dudes who like to fuck her over |
Something bout' the drama, the rah-rah, the marijuana |
Something bout' them dudes she investigating like Panorama |
And now her heart is open sesame like Ali Baba |
She look into my eyes and told me they mysterious |
And wanna know the future, but today it’s just precarious… sleep |