| I only smoke weed when I need to, |
| And I need to get some rest, Yo, where’s the Cess, |
| I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, |
| Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, |
| And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, |
| Make my way to the refrigerator, |
| One dry potato inside, no lie |
| Not even bread, jam, |
| When the light above my head went bam! |
| I can’t sleep, something’s all over me, |
| Greasy, insomnia please release me, |
| And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, |
| Tearing off tights with my teeth. |
| But there’s no relief, |
| I’m wide awake in my kitchen, |
| It’s black and I’m lonely, |
| Oh, if I could only get some sleep, |
| Creeky noises make my skin creep, |
| I need to get some sleep, |
| I can’t get no sleep… |