[Intro]Sleep tightDon't let the bed bugs biteNight night, niggaYeah, Mister Jackson[Verse 1]Extendo full of sleeping pills, it's similar to SeroquelStick look like a sway bar, got big AR with the Ferris wheelWake your whole hood up, let that Drake sing you a lullabyMan of few words, I know you heard I'm short, cut and dryRock you straight to sleep, make you think that we was in cahootsHe think it's off the floor, but they gon' know soon as we smoke his bootsThey tweeting, posting, "Get some rest," need to get out the streetsAnd end up just like 'em, spend the rest of your life counting sheepGod appointed me the shepherd, top of the mountain peakIf I should die before I wake, now lay me down to sleepLeft that nigga sound asleep, they marked him off a tardySix sleeping bags on the grass, it's a slumber partyLong live my brother Marty, I kept shit moving onBut on some real shit, I ain't really slept since you been goneHundred rack-racks in a trash bag, look like I'm raking leavesBrick of Sleeping Beauty, plug half Black and Lebanese[Chorus]Leaning off this six of Tris, I'm finna catch some ZsOnly thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-DsLet my brother [?] for them extra GsDrank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needsNever needed niggas for shit, that was my expertiseSand man, thousand pints in, we be selling sleepLemon lime bittersweet, taste like a Sour PatchNodded out, tryna catch a wink, took me a power nap[Verse 2]Get put under anesthesia, nigga, for sleeping on meGet put in a permanent sleeper just for speaking on meThink she know me, she had no idea I was a fuckin' creatureShe asked me why do I drink lean but having trouble sleeping?It ain't no thing to let 'em hang, hate to rub it inNigga play with Blocks and that's on gang, we gon' tuck 'em inPocket dialed his grandma, left a voicemail messageGiving niggas eternal sleep, make sure they well restedStock clip in this four-feezyI miss the old [?] RIP to Sleepy KodeineWhen I turned fifteen the last time that I cried tearsWe went from childhood dreams to federal nightmaresDozed off in a coupe off a four of mapleCut so polluted, should've came with a warning labelWoke up still smacked to a half-empty FaygoAnd ten empty bottles of cough syrup on the table[Chorus]Leaning off this six of Tris, I'm finna catch some ZsOnly thing I dread is getting raided by the F-E-DsLet my brother [?] for them extra GsDrank got a nigga moving slow like I got special needsNever needed niggas for shit, that was my expertiseSand man, thousand pints in, we be selling sleepLemon lime bittersweet, taste like a Sour PatchNodded out, tryna catch a wink, took me a power nap[Outro: Sample]I-go to sleepAnd I know you'll wake me in the morningWith a song you wrote for me
