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orleans - sleepyhead lyrics

[verse 1: sleepyhead]
i don’t think they’re really ready for my wardrobe
dirty sneakers, torn polo, i’m standing deaf listening
to your flow
when you can’t deliver sh-t you’re like digiorno
i’m shinin’ when i’m rhymin, hanging out like an orno-
ment, to legit, when it comes to bein’ clever
i’ll approach a mic like i’m cool and it’s whatever
forever never slippin slackin, when it comes to rippin
raps in, im’a put this mic in a easter basket
put the beat inside a f-ckin’ casket
three days later resurrect it, nowadays all my saviors
wear his necklace
i swerve on the mic but yo i’m never bein reckless
then i swerve in the right lane i’m kinda bein reckless
im’a call it a night but yo i can’t find the exit
need to get some rest if im’a eat these beats for breakfast
and lunches, i’m munchin, on rap beats so scrumptious
by mid afternoon i can stop rappin’ ’bout dumb sh-t-

[verse 2: sleepyhead]
i have this dream that skips inside my brain on repeat
i’m busting at the seams but still standing on three feet
two for balance, chillin, one that swings freely
born to be a good man but that doesn’t mean its easy
hard work living freely, i envision myself like
a revolving door of healing
inside swings the future and out goes the past
no more mirrors made of brick, and a house made of gl-ss
could that be so bad? life happens so fast
that if you don’t live for something
its yourself that you will p-ss

[verse 3: sleepyhead]
i wash the rain up off my brain now it’s a bit warped and weathered
temporarily insane but maybe it’s forever
don’t know the wrath of cane, but i don’t say the word never
well sh-t i just said it i guess i’m not so clever
like, rain washes on my psyche, i wanna be just like me
but sh-t i dont know me, i guess i’m holdin’ (holden)
onto something phony
get it? if i catch her in the rye fields maybe she’ll hold
me until the sky fills, up with smoke and acid rain falls down
in the form of pain pills
stay still, play dead, play chill

poetic verses always curses the person trying to take another peek behind the curtains

[verse 4: sleepyhead]
i’m chain smoking cigs on an alley way balcony
mixing vodka and tang like some new god flow alchemy
i slur my bars now these alley cats are doubting me
but im’a spit more rhymes thinkin’ everyone is bound to see
the new illusions using mirages and daydreams
of super fluent lucid collages of aleens
i mean a-t-l-iens, whatever it’s irrelevant
it’s like i’m writing, rhyming, and whining for the h-ll of it

each waking moment is a continuous epiphany
the end of a novel, the beginning of a movie
where the plots hard to follow
but the dialogue moves
like i’ve landed in roswell, with just a pad of loose leaf..

- sleepyhead lyrics

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