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letra de caffeine - chef nav

post chorus
and i know… i know…
my anxious soul won’t sleep, won’t sleep
verse
i hyperventilate like a hummingbird
(heartbeat rapid)
man it’s so hard to control my (nerves), my foot won’t stop tapping, that sh-ts a (curse)
when i’ve been sitting in class playing simon says, simon said i’d be (overworked)
homies on adderall, acing bout all their tests, i confess that i (nеver cared)
cuz man collegе ain’t sh-t…
my life is like tatami galaxy, tell em my sp-ceship done (crashed)
on loner island
ohhh survival is tiring i can’t be bothered to (live)
i’m walking (dead), that mocha latte is my only fuel if i didn’t drink it i’d collapse on my (desk)
they think i’m weird cuz my eyes dart (too fast)… i ain’t looking at you (ho)
i gotta lot on (my mind), cuz the money talk fast and i (can’t take notes)
i’m used to saying (bye bye), i had a couple good friends now i (can’t say so)
i spend a lotta time alone, in the (backwoods smoke), till my (ass out (cold)
and my canada goose (choke)
we just kidz on drugz, so hand me (menu)
pick your poison, let it flow (through ya)
seriously this sh-t is (for real), why you window shopping like we in (shibuya)
we some lost ones yeah i know, (our microwaveable lungs are warm) they’ll pop soon huh
when all of us are (holding up the sky)
its good to have a special drink to (fuel ya)
(sound of coffee filling up)
d-mn… now i’m…

verse
my blood is not (oxygenated), my fingers are (blue) (oh yeahhh)
i stepped out my body too long, can you tell when i’m talking to (you) (oh yeahhh)
i’m brokenhearted like kamina (died), no control of my (head)
i supercharge my heart with (java chip), but i’ve still been living in the (cuckoos nest), i’ve been tripping tripping tripping tripping yes
sometimes it’s better not to think, sometimes it’s better not to (feel), but that harder (than you think)
my life under countless scopes, the truman show is never ending (you see)
i’ve been losing hope, the remote broke too quick, now i float down channels i should (probably leave)
always moving moving, catch me in different (countries)
atlanta to belgium and amsterdam, cali ain’t last i’ll be leaving like (promptly)
i don’t know what has (come over me)
maybe my soul has been six feet under, and i haven’t (thought about shoveling)
maybe the ground is too tough, maybe i just (do not wanna dig)
how can i live this short life like a zombie with all of these mocha shots driving me…
(i don’t know)
but man my body’d fall limp if i stop this sh-t so
i fill up my cup…

hook
wide awake at 4am, yeah i love my caffeine
i been jittering since 10
toss and turn my memories
tried that sh-t with clammy hands, when they slip i can’t sleep
yeah my eyes a shade of red that the stoners can’t beat
wide awake at 4am, yeah i love my caffeine
i been jittering since 10
toss and turn my memories
tried that sh-t with clammy hands, when they slip i can’t sleep
yeah my eyes a shade of red that the stoners can’t beat
post chorus (beatbox)
and i know… i know…
my anxious soul won’t sleep… won’t sleep

- chef nav

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