Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eat Sleep, artist - Rehab. Album song Gullible's Travels, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 20.02.2012
Record label: AVJ, Boonbox
Song language: English
Eat Sleep |
| You don’t have to be the best to be number one |
| There’s plenty of numbers waiting on you to fall |
| Why are pretty people pretty |
| I think they call it just because |
| We’re all a nation of outlaws |
| Blacks and whites |
| Right-handers and southpaws |
| I ain’t snitching I’m bitching |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| F-15's and M-16's |
| Magazines and killing machines |
| God would not invent these things |
| Are we perverted as it seems |
| If this was a dream it’d be a nightmare |
| I like to know how to fight fair |
| Cuz I can’t successfully cheat |
| Can’t help feeling like I been beat |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| I got no familiarity with clarity charity case |
| Life has become a parody pace of a Indy race |
| Stare in the face of fuckupedness in the mirror |
| Wobble like webble from needles mad bottles |
| Baggies and wobbles problems simply the pebble’s |
| Hobbled the mental in a lot of ways in a little |
| Comfort but instrumental determentally gobbling |
| Pills for supper upper echelon big city pretty |
| Silicon titty bittys want wads of fifty’s |
| Not a hard working witty man with callus hands |
| So I’m shitty shiny shotty in my lap |
| And drinking Naughty tapping or cracking the melon |
| That got me snapping fell in a trap in lunacy |
| Laughing sapping my sanity someone tell me what happened |
| Before I go capping crowds yapping with loud mouth devils |
| Of thou shalt the by wrong route so fuck it |
| I feel forsaken I’m flipping dipping riding bouncing |
| Looking like we’re all faking I roll home and take an ounce in |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |
| Sleep Eat Drink Shit |
| There another week went |
| Numb nuts dumb struck |
| Hard to tell what’s what |
| Numb skull sitting 'round |
| Blank stare think--ing |
| Nothing but shoot me |