Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Sleep, artist - Wretch 32.
Date of issue: 12.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Sleep |
I’m just tryna go to where I’ve never been spotted |
Leopard skin logic, animal, like I made the beat |
I’mma smash 'em all, Smasher, Hannibal rapper |
I eat the microphone and the camera crew flasher |
Me? |
Snapper, delete, I’m digital |
Started from a dream, now it’s physical |
So you could say I’m living out my thoughts, king |
Or you could say I’m sleepwalking |
I only see red when recording |
Pause it, nah, fast forward |
Cuh if you rewind, you’ll see that I’m forward |
Rewind mad, I was looking quite autumn |
Cooler than the rest, me, I’m a baller plus a ref |
Cuh I can run the game or pull the fools up off the bench |
Ha, so get started |
I’m just tryna play my game, forget marking |
You just have to stay in your lane, forget parking |
I can rain on your parade, now that’s marching |
There’s no, no, no, no, no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big |
So there’s no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big, so there’s |
I dream dreams of getting rich but sleeping I never did |
It seems like I’m sees of receiving success and shit |
Life’s like a movie, they’re keeping the better bits |
But why watch a film if you know what the ending is? |
Guys can’t compete when it comes the this clever shit |
It gets very peak, how peak? |
Mount Everest |
It’s last day then kids, renowned terrorists |
Watch the game go to flames, it’s now getting lit |
I rise like a phoenix, rise where the cream is |
Like gold diggers, gold spitter, the rhymes are like sneezes |
It’s there for the original, if I’m on the remix |
Its stales lack in blood, it’s like it’s anaemic |
You hide, don’t believe it, your life’s over, leave it |
Your lines winding, mad double helix |
Designed too tight like new school jean fits |
In time, you will see it, rewind it, genius |
There’s no, no, no, no, no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big |
So there’s no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big, so there’s |
Fuck Black The Ripper, call me Blackavelli |
Fuck the industry, they don’t wanna see me on telly |
You might see me on a hype, Friday night with jezzies |
Smoking weed, Loud’s got the Rémy and I’ve got the Henny |
We’ve got girls galore, you niggas need some more |
Art of Seduction, 48 Laws, The Art of War |
I read them all, I’m clued, don’t bread with me, I’m rude |
If I’m full up, I’ll send one of my goons to eat your food |
We’re all starving out here, we’re all grafting, I swear |
The target’s there, we just need to be charting this year |
Baby, come here, let me drop this bud in your ear |
She knows I’m a grime star, living life five-star |
No nine-to-five, but I’ve still got a nice car |
And I’m the flyest, when I come through they’re like «rah» |
Haters are like «nah», females are like «yes» |
We like to smoke weed, 'cause it prevents stress |
There’s no, no, no, no, no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big |
So there’s no |
No sleep for me |
Cause if I sleep, I won’t achieve |
And what I dream is something big, so there’s |