Light Sleeper Lyrics

I know I'm an emotionally disturbed

person

People think I'm talkin' to myself

when I'm

Rehearsin' on the rhyme. A mass

productionist

a mass production matador pan it

more to

the left there you go. Minimize the

Synthe sizer wiser when I wind up for

The pitch but I don't pitch a bitch

'cause

Sales get derailed and towed an

abundance

Of cash. Damn I let it go. He was my man.

I tried to trust him, but I busted him

twice

In my trash can and I'm askin'. I don't

need

Psychology to see, the dichotomy in

me.

Knew something was fishy, but I'm

better than

Wishy washy or topsy turvy. It kinda

irked

Me that I caught him sleepin'

'cause I try

To be wide awake, but ye slows it

down

So I can't dilate and show that I'm

bigger

Than that. But I also have to consider

The fact that opposed to him not

being

The right peeper, I'm a light sleeper

So what does it mean when I reach

maturity

And still see that I'm not the mayor of

my

Mayonnaise, the master of my milieu.

At least I have a swing and a few

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On my mind, it's never a good nighty

night

Just a rise 'n' shine. Why's the rhyme

So important. Why do I have to be so

Potent and blow the mic a flow

without

Chokin' - I don't. I'm arrogant and

outspoken

Mouth no token I'm just a roust about.

I have a house and clout but I don't

come tight

But it's routine since few fiend for true

Hip-Hop. It's a trip when I drop my style

and forget it and forget where I got it

from and how I got 'em sprung

'cause I'm

Stuck on myself and I depend on my

luck

And wealth for health matters so I

don't

Explode with stress I'll serve you an

elf

Platter they'll tell me my shit is fatter

Than the first but I'm a light sleepin'

Rapper in a hearst

I don't wear sarongs in my songs.

I diss

The skirts in verses an I used to

measure

My demeters with clever panometers

but

I bounced like a pogo and I'm solo

with

The hobos. A nocturnal colonel in a

journal

I put fly kids' eyelids to rest a detour

for Deep sleep when I freak beats I snap

Like a defective contraceptive and my

sleep

Will be light, so you'll know that I'm

tight