Lyric Light Sleeper
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
things
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
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
things
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
