Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go To Sleep, artist - Lupe Fiasco. Album song Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1st & 15th, Atlantic
Song language: English
Go To Sleep |
I wipe the cool from my eye |
Stationed in Antarctica; |
coldest n*gga alive |
Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky |
Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides |
But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise |
I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side |
Colder than Chris Martin guitaring |
Would you look at all these spies |
But they can't see me, I took out their eyes |
Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's |
But I will never run, not even if they cry |
See I can never fall, not even down their cheek |
But I will always bawl, let's see who the first to blink |
And I don't need no passwords cause I don't need to cheat |
But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace |
I'm the hook after your last verse I'm also like the beat |
But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep |
So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep |
Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep |
Good night, good night, good night, good night |
Real n*ggas up again, phony n*ggas tucking in |
Now you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep |
Now you can go to sleep, now you can go to sleep |
Good night, good night, good night, good night |
Official n*ggas on they job and you know we gonna ball |
Real n*ggas popping off, phony n*gga nodding off |
Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like |
Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight |
Getting up and going hard, I don't need no Enzyte |
Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like |
Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type |
Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type |
My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right |
Mink is draggin' on the flo', fire in my windpipe |
You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite |
Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill |
Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled |
Fill this b*tch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out |
My "can do" spirit's in the house |
And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch? |
Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet |
Cause I'm not a homo |
Won't drill no door hole |
I won't make a peep, so you can go to sleep |
I wipe the cold from my eye |
Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise |
And then my clothes dry, but I am so high |
I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by |
Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie |
But you can sell it for em so here's you bow tie |
Now get ready to fall cause humans don't fly |
The boy in the balloon - see? |
I didn't go hide |
And I'm coming back to float again |
Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-EN |
They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again |
Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins |
Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again |
Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within |
Hope my daddy over him; |
woke the roosters, woke the hens |
Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you… |