| It’s 5 o’clock in the morning, still ain’t sleeping
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| Shit I’m geeking, I got a meeting, nigga this ain’t the weekend
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| I’m tweaking, and yet and still my eyes is open they leaking
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| But still no dreaming, daydreaming
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| I go to sleep right when the sunshine beaming
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| 'Cause I can’t close my eyes
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| I can’t close my eyes
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| I pop my lids open, late enough that I can pop a lid open
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| Of that strong as shit potion, I put the plot in motion
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| I can never stop from going, my ADD is adding up
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| I twitch like stop motion
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| Tryna make a splash all in they faces like a popped lotion
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| I’m thinking bout some shit to eat but shit is not open
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| Shit I am not hopeless
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| I’ma grill this cheese, make some noise my roommate mad at me
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| Casualty of war, on my phone I’m looking up the scores, boy
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| The weed and whiskey hit me now I’m spinning lord come get me
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| Like swiftly, I’m losing my mind everytime my life get iffy, or shifty And I’m
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| just finding it, can’t close my eyes for shit
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| It’s just round 5 AM
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| In the morning, still ain’t sleeping
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| Shit I’m geeking, I got a meeting, nigga this ain’t the weekend
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| I’m tweaking, and yet and still my eyes is open they leaking
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| But still no dreaming, daydreaming
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| I go to sleep right when the sunshine beaming
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| 'Cause I can’t close my eyes
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| I can’t close my eyes
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| Bought a fucking purple mattress for no reason
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| The quality of sleep that I’ve been getting is equal
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| To couch at the Four Seasons
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| It’s even worse when I tour regions
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| Went over budget in Dublin, I’m on the floor freezing
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| Tryna sleep off a week of touring off and on
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| Off a week off, and these pillows should be softer
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| My roomates can’t stop fucking like Black Office
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| 'Bout to sue the sheep that don’t let me sleep deep at a law firm
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| Daydreamin', I’m snoring with drool in my mouth
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| It’s five o’clock in the morning, I could scream at my couch
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| Luckily I’m cute as hell so I don’t need no beauty sleep
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| I see the sun before I sleep usually
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| It’s 5 o’clock in the morning, still ain’t sleeping
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| Shit I’m geeking, I got a meeting, nigga this ain’t the weekend
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| I’m tweaking, and yet and still my eyes is open they leaking
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| But still no dreaming, daydreaming
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| I go to sleep right when the sunshine beaming
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| 'Cause I can’t close my eyes
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| I can’t close my eyes
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| Now in my younger days I used to sport a fade
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| Skippin' school 'cause I was staying up too late just tryna play
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| That’s how it goes, goes around it comes around you gotta pay
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| And now my eyes is drooping when I wake up
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| The Gucci Fenty Prada bags underneath my eyes
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| Just a reminder that, while y’all sleep I’m making these alarm clocks
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| Rest In Peace to red fox, call me Papi like I’m on the Red Sox
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| Time’s up nigga ain’t no tick tick tick tick that’s dead clock
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| These kicks ain’t dead stock, broken in
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| You couldn’t walk a mile in it soak it in
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| No selling me who dope as him
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| Watching jersey shore while making pasta
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| Figure how to make it in America, no Rasta monster
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| It’s 5 o’clock in the morning, still ain’t sleeping
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| Shit I’m geeking, I got a meeting, nigga this ain’t the weekend
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| I’m tweaking, and yet and still my eyes is open they leaking
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| But still no dreaming, daydreaming
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| I go to sleep right when the sunshine beaming
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| 'Cause I can’t close my eyes
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| I can’t close my eyes |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Close My Eyes, artist - Michael Christmas. Album song Baggy Eyes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп