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letra de no sleep - madic

[chorus: madic]
late night, no sleep
strange sights, slow creep
brain like no peace
so i’m a write ‘till the light come and glow free
no sleep, no sleep
no sleep, no sleep
no sleep, no sleep
no sleep, no sleep

[verse 1: madic]
it’s late as f-ck, spent all day tryna’ get my paper up, now i lay in the cut
just tryna’ make it to the other side where them dreams made in, but
i’m staying up, can’t find peace, i’m displacing my sheets as i pace in my briefs
i be grating my t–th ’cause i’m craving the sleep, unbelievable like priests to an atheist
can’t get no rest in, work got me stressing, this girl i been texting don’t seem interested
i’m mentally wrestling with pent up aggression, weight of the world heavy caving my chest in
blazing the cess then, yeah, packing the pipe, grabbing the light, bags to ignite in the night
high as kite, call me a smoker you got me too pegged like the back of bike
lost in my mind as it twist and wind through a mixture of vixens and wine
fixing for dimes, looking to master the scripture for getting with chicks that are fly
itching for living the life of a guy with riches that mine, tint on the ride, benzes to drive
craving to make bank, pocket full, rolls like the michelin guy, wishing it mine
sleep the escape, but everything that keep me awake
now caked in back of the sp-ce of the trap that encasing my brain and it laugh as i’m facing the facts
my subconscious on some nonsense, keep it locked in the stocks on some wrong sh-t
so even in rest there’s no escaping the weight on the chest

[verse 2: jsb]
i’ve been lucid dreaming, kind of hard to tell if i’m sleep or blinking
’cause i hear the world loud and clear as i speak with demons, i speak with angels, spark the weed with the light off the halo
my reign is the reign of palestinian kids tryna’ run and hide from the payloads
when i was trying to protect my innocence, societies sharpest shooters had me in they sights from every angle
‘stead of forty winks i count forty ounces, five finger discount to bounce it
what it’s like in counseling, i lack the courage to not to down it so i rebound with
three double shots, whatever you got, take it to the head now i’m seeing double
i hope i don’t p-ss in bed, fall out in trouble as i wonder what’s with all this moisture on my crotch
oh i forgot the tears on my watch, ‘cause it’s the pain of the crock of the sh-t
but now i feel like the sandman in this b-tch, while the land it flourishes of milk and money
wet dreams to women, they milk and honey, i wish my reality consisted of meals and money
but really just finding stills and funnies, these shadows in the streets so cunning
sharp tongue even in my sleep stay cutting, my wavelength moving through shields too putty
spinning that lightning, f-ck a thunder buddy, never slept ‘cause my third eye stay on overdrive
my life in the booth is overtime, that buzzer beater dunk to the rim is me dunking the rim
my vision is very vivid, your vision is very missing, b-tch

- madic

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